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DROLLERIES, 

Both Parts, of 1671, 1672 ; 

BEING 

A Choice Collection 
of 

SONGS AND POEMS, 

Sung at Court & Theatres : 
With Additions made by 'A Person of Quality.'' 



Now First Reprinted from the Original Editions. 



EDITED, 

With an Introduction 

ON THE 

Literature of the Drolleries $ 

A COPIOUS APPENDIX OF 

Notes, Illustrations and Emendations_of Text ; 
A Table of Contents, and Indextf$ffirst_,Ljnes of^>. 



Contents, and Index^f^Fzrst^ Lines ofi^K 
Songs and PoemsQ n> ^._ * ' j j^'o^' 



By J. Wood fall Ebsworth, M.A., Cantab. 



R. ROBERTS, BOSTON, LINCOLNSHIRE. 

M.DCCCLXXV. 



TIT J**? 



TO THOSE 

IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA 

WHO. LOVE 

PRIZING WHAT IS GOOD IN THEM, DESPITE 

THE FICKLENESS OF FASHION : 

THE FIRST REPRINT 

OF THE 

WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES 

is 

DEDICATED, 

January, 1875, 



CONTENTS, 



DEDICATION. 
PRELUDE. 

INTRODUCTION, ON THE LITERATURE OF THE 
DROLLERIES : 

§ I. THE EARLIEST REPRINT, — 2. COUNSEL FOR 

THE DEFENCE, 3. DRAMATISTS UNDER 

CHARLES II., — 4. THE DROLLS AND THE 
DROLLERIES, — 5. THE RESTORATION, — 6. 
SONGS IN THE DROLLERIES, WHENCE TA- 
KEN, — 7. CONCLUSION. 

WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART I. 

ENTR' ACTE. 

RICHARD MANGIE'S VERSES TO THE AUTHOR OF 
WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES. 

WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART II. 

APPENDIX OF NOTES, ILLUSTRATIONS, AND 
EMENDATIONS OF TEXT. 

FINALE. 

TABLE OF FIRST LINES, OF SONGS AND POEMS- 



PRELUDE. 

Who comes to this quaint Hostelry need bring 
No peevish visage and no railing tongue, 
Grudging the merry Lays that here are sung, 

Hating to hear the clinking glasses ring : 

Good store of viands on the board they fling, 
Choice fruit and flowers in plenty grouped among, 
Such as Iacchus loved when earth was young, — 

Autumnal grapes, with garlands of the Spring. 

Come ! though at times Satyric notes may sound, 
Few .are the words unchaste that meet your ear ; 

We ask no modest maids to gather round, 
Yet many a pure and loving hymn thrills here : 

Scholars of life mature will haunt the ground, 
And leave unscann'd whate'er would mar the cheer. 

1875. J- W - E ' 



EDITORIAL 

INTRODUCTION 

TO THE 

WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES: 

1671, 1672. 



Scholar. — "This is a very big GATEWAY to so small a 

house, Master Builder? 
Paliadio. — All the fault of the house, Nicolas for not 

BEING LARGER. WOULD THAT IT WERE 1" 

(Chronicles ojNirgends College, Tom. LVI. P.38.J 



§1. The Earliest Reprint. 

TO persons already acquainted with the two parts 
of the Westminster Drollery, published in 167 1 
and 1672, it must have appeared strange that no at- 
tempt was hitherto made to bring these delightful 
volumes within reach, for the students of our early lit- 
erature. The originals are of extreme rarity, a perfect 
copy of the two being seldom attainable at any public 
sale, and on such occasions fetching a price that makes 
a book-hunter almost despair of its acquisition. So 
great a favorite was it in the Cavalier times, that most 
b copies 



11. INTRODUCTION. 

copies have been literally worn to pieces in the hands 
of admirers, as they chanted forth a merry stave from 
its pages. There is no collection of Songs surpassing 
it in the language, and as representing the lyrics of the 
first twelve years after the Restoration it is unequalled. 
A few of the expressions, we confess, are a little too 
"free" to suit indiscriminate readers in these hypocrit- 
ically-precise days ; when newspapers publish reports 
of criminal trials far more offensive to morality, and 
novelists choose objectionable entanglements and ca- 
reers of vice to delight the readers of Circulating 
Libraries. But in general, with a few exceptions, in 
the Westminster Drollery " the mirth and fun," though 
" fast and furious," like the witcheries at Alloway Auld 
Kirk, is not of a sort to need censure. Here and 
there a touch of coarseness, such as we meet frequently 
in Chaucer and succeeding writers, serves to remind 
us of the changes in fashion since the age when our 
ancestors used plain language to express their thoughts. 
But, on the whole, the collection is far more pure and 
wholesome than the later editions of Wit and Mirth, 
re-issued during the Augustan age of Queen Anne, 
and in the early years of George I., or other books 
which appeared after the Revolution of 1688. 

Among the hundred and seventy-odd Songs here 
preserved, by far the greater number are elsewhere un- 
attainable 



INTRODUCTION. 111. 

attainable. A few of the choicest, by Charles II., 
Dryden, Wycherley, Sedley, Shadwell, Butler, L'Es- 
trange, Wotton, Etherege, Flatman, Hicks, &c, were 
established favourites. Those beside them, chiefly by 
authors now unknown or not identified, are generally 
worthy of their position. Many of the Love Songs 
possess a poetic beauty that disproves the charge made 
by Robert Bell against the writers of the Restoration. 
And the loyalty is of a cheerful energetic spirit, very 
different from the rancour and personality which so 
strongly infect the celebrated ^/^collections of 1660 
and 1662, or the still more bitter vituperation which 
meets us in the Loyal Songs of 1684, 1689, 1694, the 
State Poems of 1704, &c, the Pills to Purge State 
Melancholy, of 1 7 1 5 and 1 7 1 8, or A Tory Pill to Purge 
Whig Melancholy, and Mughouse Diversions, of 17 16. 
Here, in the Drolleries before us, we have, unadulter- 
ated and unmutilated, some of the best English Ballads 
of rural festivity, full of allusions and homely proverbs 
to delight the antiquary. Chief among them is the 
Maypole Song, " Come Lasses and Lads," a favourite 
to this day; and the equally brisk and enlivening 
Hunting of the Gods. A few poems of epigrammatic 
humour, such as those on A Scrivener, A Sexton, and 
A Watch Lost in a Tavern, are anticipative of the 
peculiar genius of Tom Hood in puns and quibbles. 

Others, 



IV, INTRODUCTION. 

Others, to wit, those On Men Escaped Drowning in a 
Tempest, and On a Great Heat, shew a delightful power 
of exaggeration ; such as in later days finds a home 
among our brethren across the Atlantic (who will 
thank us, we doubt not, for the present Reprint, our 
early English literature having zealous students in 
America). Truly, the pages are full of dainties. One 
of the rarest Tom of Bedlam songs is here ; so is 
Dulcina, that airiest and sweetest of amatory ditties. 
Poor Anthony tells of his termagant wife, and her final 
cure ; The song in praise of The Black Jack leads us 
to add its companions in the Appendix ; Old Soldiers 
gives us sight of an heroic family ; the Drawing of 
Valentines ranges along with Lovers Lottery; the original 
of the Scotch song called Gilderoy is valuable in its 
rough integrity, afterwards popular even when muti- 
lated ; The Spanish Armada is of almost national and 
historic importance, a gay ballad smacking of the sea- 
breeze ; Hide Park, Honest Harry, The Kind Husband 
but Imperious Wife, The Legacy (p. 27), The Drea?n 
(p. 31), " On the bank of a Brook as 1 sate fishing, are 
here to please us ; and " Thus all our life long we are 
frolick and gay." 

The Westminster Drolleries are reprinted with 
the utmost fidelity, page for page, and line for line, 
not a word being altered, or a single letter departing 

from 



INTRODUCTION. V. 

from the original spelling. It is, in truth, a fac-simile 
edition, in everything but the additional beauty of 
typography. Such Editorial Notes as may be deemed 
useful in illustration of the text, and variety of read- 
ings, are kept distinct in an Appendix. Our Intro- 
duction on the Literature of the Drolleries is offered, 
although such good wine needs no bush, to tell of the 
entertainment for Man, though not for Beast, to be 
found within. But in this world of odd assemblages 
there are Malvolios who, without being virtuous, object 
to other folks enjoying cakes and ale. They find no 
pleasure even in the cozier's catches that might have 
roused the night owl, and drawn three souls out of one 
weaver. Such persons are not bidden to this wassail, 
but they will grumble and affect to feel scandalized. 
Dean Swift declared that a nice man is a man of nasty 
ideas. None but extremely fastidious people, secretly 
gloating over what they affect to dislike, and incapable 
of valuing early literature for its better qualities, will 
either search for, or decry, the few things to blame in 
the Westminster Drolleries. An expression now and 
then, even a whole page or two, we could have gladly 
omitted, if it had been permissible to mutilate this 
earliest reprint of the book. Enough said as to these. 
The dissuasives against matrimony are balanced by 
answers equally weighty and witty, in rebuke of liber- 
tinism 



VI. INTRODUCTION. 

tinism in bachelorhood. Correctives of other errors 
are not far to seek. Experienced travellers, cruising 
alongside the happy isles of our English Poetry, will 
find little here to sadden or annoy. They must be 
well aware of the worthlessness to students of Expur- 
gated Editions of any authors who deserve to be re- 
printed at all. We leave Bowdlerized versions to the 
Lady Wardlaws and Family Dramatisers. We are not 
now writing or publishing virginibus puerisque, but to 
scholars. As confirming this opinion let us call into 
court an authority that few persons will dispute : Lord 
Macaulay. 

§ ii. Counsel for the Defence. 
No student of the Restoration Literature can afford 
to remain unacquainted with Lord Macaulay's essay on 
" The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Van- 
brugh, and Farquhar." Our only regret is that the two 
writers last named were not criticized at all. The 
implied promise regarding them was unfulfilled. 
"Here, for the present we must stop," says the 
Edinburgh Reviewer : " Vanbrugh and Farquhar are 
not men to be hastily dismissed, and we have not left 
ourselves space to do them justice." It is a loss to all 
of us, that Macaulay quitted the subject; seeing what 
he has given us in connection with their predecessors. 
He would have revelled in his favourite antitheses, 

while 



INTRODUCTION. Vli. 

while bringing before us Sir John Vanburgh with his 
full-bottomed wig, his ponderous architecture, and his 
light-comedy fancies. Dick Amlet might scarcely feel 
at home in Blenheim or Castle Howard, though Sir 
John Brute and Loveless, with Amanda or Berinthia, 
would find a corner easily. The sportive sallies of 
Sir Harry Wildair and Archer would have been made 
to deepen our sympathy for their warm-hearted author, 
the gay and versatile Farquhar, dying in poverty be- 
fore he was thirty years of age. But this second essay, 
which could not have failed to afford delight, howso- 
ever treated, can only be read in that pleasant limbo 
of Fancy, where are gathered already so many pro- 
jected books, and parts of books, including the final 
portions of the Faerie Queene, the fourth part of 
Hudibras, Dryden's epic of King Arthur, the seventeenth 
canto of Don Juan, Jean Paul's Selina, with the last 
chapters of Denis Duval and Edwin Drood. There 
we may also find Cowley's own burnt narrative of the 
Civil War, and the second tome of Raleigh's History 
of the World. The prospect of consulting all these 
in the original, whenever we are called to emigrate to 
the Elysian Fields, reconciles us to the thought of de- 
parture from a life made sufficiently comfortable by the 
abundant literature bequeathed from our old Poets 
and Dramatists. 

To 



Vlll. INTRODUCTION. 

To Macaulay may be fitly referred any defence of 
reprinting the Dramatists of the Restoration and the 
best of their " Drolleries." His words are convincing, 
as a justification, if such be needed. " We cannot 
wish that any work or class of works which has exer- 
cised a great influence on the human mind, and which 
illustrates the character of an important epoch in 
letters, politics, and morals, should disappear from the 
world. If we err in this matter, we err with the 
gravest men and bodies of men in the empire, and 
especially with the Church of England, [let the politi- 
cal dissenters make capital out of this admission, as is 
their use and wont ;] and with the great schools of 
learning which are connected with her. The whole 
liberal education of our countrymen is conducted on 
the principle, that no book which is valuable, either 
by reason of the excellence of its style, or by reason of 
the light which it throws on the history, polity, and 
manners of nations, should be withheld from the 
student on account of its impurity. The Athenian 
Comedies, in which there are scarcely a hundred lines 
together without some passage of which Rochester 
would have been ashamed, have been reprinted at the 
Pitt Press, and the Clarendon Press, under the direction 
of syndics and delegates appointed by the Universities; 
and have been illustrated with notes by reverend, very 

reverend, 



INTRODUCTION. IX. 

reverend, and right reverend commentators." [This 
was written and published in January, 1841. We are 
afraid, whatsoever changes may have taken place since 
that date were scarcely for the better. If right rever- 
end prelates do not now annotate censurable classics, 
it is probably because of their inability to compete 
with their predecessors, rather than from an excess of 
conscientious scruples. In the old days of a century 
ago, which it is the fashion to decry, if our Bishops 
were otherwise faulty, they at least employed their 
scholarship in more useful studies than the legal quib- 
bles opposing a Reredos, the fomenting of rebellion 
against a successor in a public school, the interference 
with an Apologetic Mare and a Holy Friar, or the ex- 
citing of prejudices, pitting class against class, among 
agricultural labourers. The difference lies between 
learned students who loved retirement, and seekers 
after mob-popularity by pestilent agitation.] 

Lord Macaulay, with his usual common sense and 
contempt for Cant, goes on to draw practical conclu- 
sions, as to the gain resulting from leaving open the 
doors of our library • or, to use Milton's phrase, "the 
liberty of unlicensed printing." "We have no doubt 
that the great Societies which direct the education of 
the English gentry, have herein judged wisely. It is 
unquestionable that an extensive acquaintance with 

ancient 



X. INTRODUCTION. 

ancient literature enlarges and enriches the mind. It is 
unquestionable that a man whose mind has been thus 
enlarged and enriched, is likely to be far more useful 
to the State and to the Church, than one who is un- 
skilled, or little skilled, in classical learning. On the 
other hand, we find it difficult to believe that, in a 
world so full of temptation as this, any gentleman, 
whose life would have been virtuous if he had not read 
Aristophanes and Juvenal, will be made vicious by 
reading them. A man who, exposed to all the influ- 
ences of such a state of society as that in which we 
live, is yet afraid of exposing himself to the influences 
of a few Greek or Latin verses, acts, we think, much 
like the felon who begged the sheriffs to let him have 
an umbrella held over his head from the door of New- 
gate to the gallows, because it was a drizzling morning, 
and he was apt to take cold. The virtue which the 
world wants is a healthful virtue, not a valetudinarian 
virtue — a virtue which can expose itself to the risks 
inseparable from all spirited exertion — not the virtue 
which keeps out of the common air for fear of infec- 
tion, and eschews the common food as too stimula- 
ting." And, he adds : "We should be justly charge- 
able with gross inconsistency, if, while we defend the 
policy which invites the youth of our country to study 
such writers as Theocritus and Catullus, we were to 

set 



INTRODUCTION. XI. 

set up a cry against a new edition of the ' Country 
Wife,' or the 'Way of the World.' . . . The worst 
English writings of the seventeenth century are decent, 
compared with much that has been bequeathed to us 
by Greece and Rome." He refers to examples even 
in Plato, well known to readers of the Symposium as 
well as the Phaedrus. He declares that admitting, as 
he does, the desirability of an English gentleman being 
well informed regarding the ancient people and their 
modes of life and thought, "much more must it be 
desirable that he should be intimately acquainted with 
the history of the public mind of his own country; and 
with the causes, the nature, and the extent of those 
revolutions of opinion and feeling, which, during the 
last two centuries, have alternately raised and depressed 
the standard of our national morality. And know- 
ledge of this sort is to be very sparingly gleaned from 
Parliamentary debates, from State papers, and from 
the works of grave historians. It must either not be 
acquired at all, or it must be acquired by the perusal 
of the light literature which has at various periods been 
fashionable. We are therefore by no means disposed 
to condemn this publication, though we certainly can- 
not recommend the handsome volume before us as an 
appropriate Christmas present for young ladies." 
{Edinburgh Review, vol. lxxii., p. 492.) 

My Lud, that is our case ! § in. 



Xll. INTRODUCTION. 

§ in. Dramatists under Charles ii. 
Further, we are not called upon to enter into any 
justification of the Dramatists of the Restoration from 
the charges which have been urged, somewhat petu- 
lantly, against them. To say the truth, their morality 
is generally conspicuous by its absence. Far too 
much preponderance is given by them to subjects 
that are now rightly relinquished to our female novel- 
ists, — such as Bigamy, Seduction, and Conjugal 
Infidelity. No men could escape, no men would de- 
serve to escape severe condemnation, if writing now- 
a-days so freely on a loose style of life, such as we find 
displayed in comedies by Dryden, Wycherley, Crowne, 
D'Urfey, Ravenscroft, Burnaby, and a score of other 
play-wrights, whose names are less known to the pres- 
ent generation. Not that our age is by any means so 
far advanced in virtue and religious principles as we 
sometimes flatter ourselves by asserting. It may 
sound well on platforms, and read prettily in the pages 
of Sectarian literature, to denounce the execrable days 
that have gone before us, and puff ourselves up with 
incense of mutual adulation. But thoughtful ob- 
servers know that there is quite as much vice and un- 
happiness now, at the close of this third quarter of our 
belauded Nineteenth Century, as ought to be sufficient 
to abate our boasting. We have a much purer court 

and 



INTRODUCTION. xiu. 

and hierarchy than what we possessed a century ago, 
or a century earlier still, when the Westminster Drol- 
leries were first published. But ugly revelations are 
far from infrequent of immorality, folly, scepticism, 
and cruelty, in the various strata of society, which 
make us indisposed to accept congratulations as to our 
national virtue. We are not going to be tempted into 
discussion of contemporary politics (although we see 
a parallel), and may admit that, between 167 1 and 
187 1, our Constitutional history shows decided pro- 
gress. But individually, in proportion to the increased 
population, we can detect the presence of quite as 
many rogues, fools, and libertines as disgraced hu- 
manity in the time of the Merry Monarch. Nobody 
wishes to bring back those days, or to whitewash 
their vices ; but if the Irrepressible Gentlemen who 
are so enthusiastic about the present Age of Gold, 
would only leave us quietly to enjoy whatever is good 
in the literature of the Past, undisturbed by their un- 
comfortable programme for a strictly Utilitarian future, 
what a much pleasanter world it would be. 

§iv. The Drolls and the Drolleries. 

It may not be uninteresting for us to trace, here- 
after, the history of the so-called authors and collectors 
of the various " Drolleries." The earlier of these 
c were 



XIV. INTRODUCTION. 

were produced during the disturbances of the Com- 
monwealth, and, as it were, by stealth, printed and 
circulated among the Cavaliers, whose hopes kept 
fluctuating, but whose love of mirth and revelry no 
misfortunes could subdue. Unprosperous in plots as 
on battle-fields, flitting through bye-ways in whatever 
disguise might offer, received at cellar-doors and back- 
windows of such Royalists' houses as were fortunate 
enough to be held for lurking-places, the homeless 
Wildrakes and Willmores of the day, nay even such as 
Cutter of Coleman Street, carried with them a goodly 
store of remembered tunes and the dangerous gift of 
composing rhymes against the party in power. They 
fabricated mock petitions and seditious ballads, in 
which neither Hewson's single eye nor Oliver's copper 
nose was forgotten. They kept alive among them- 
selves a liking for the prohibited stage-plays of a time 
when Royalty had not disdained to wear the mask 
and enact some gracious trifling at Whitehall. Libel- 
lous Prynne had in his 1633 " Histrio-mastix " made 
scandalous attacks on the Queen for such amusements, 
and had paid the forfeit with his ears. He might have 
been equally unscrupulous in defaming the Lady Alice 
Egerton, who in 1634 represented Milton's delicate 
creation at Ludlow, had " Comus " been two years 
earlier, or of more public performance. But the bitter 

schismatics, 



INTRODUCTION. XV. 

schismatics, whose spokesman he was, soon gained 
sufficient power to close the theatres, as well as to fine, 
imprison, mutilate, and slaughter the loyal actors ; all 
of whom, with one inglorious exception, were zealous 
in the King's cause during the Rebellion, and mostly- 
wielded on serious battle-fields the swords they had 
first learnt to use for mimic fight at the Phcenix and 
Black-friars.* 

* Sir William Davenant was appointed, by the Marquis of 
Newcastle, Lieutenant general of his ordnance, and at the siege of 
Gloucester, September, 1643, was knighted by the King " in ac- 
knowledgment of his bravery and signal services." A most valu- 
able record of the sufferings undergone by the Cavalier actors in 
the days when Puritans held power is in [Thomas ?] Wright's 
"Historia Histrionica," printed in 1699. He tells of the players, 
when the Stage was put down and the Rebellion raised, that 
"Most of them, except Lowin, Tayler and Pollard (who were 
superannuated) went into the King's army, and, like good men 
and true, served their old master, though in a different, yet more 
honourable capacity. Robinson was killed at the taking of a 
place (I think Basing-House), by Harrison, he that was after 
hang'd at Charing Cross, who refused him quarter, and shot him 
in the head when he had laid down his arms ; abusing Scripture 
at the same time, in saying, Cursed is he that doth the Work of the 
Lord negligently. Mohun was a Captain (and after the wars 
were ended here, served in Flanders, where he received pay as a 
Major). Hart was a lieutenant of horse under Sir Thomas Dal- 
lison, in Prince Rupert's regiment ; Burt was cornet in the same 
troop, and Shatterel quarter-master ; Allen, of the Cockpit, was a 
Major, and quarter-master general at Oxford. I have not heard 
of one of these players of any note that sided with the other 
party, but only Swanston, and he professed himself a Presby- 
terian, 



XVI. INTRODUCTION. 

As the rigour of persecution in time abated, after 
confiscation, ejection, and other modes of plunder had 
impoverished the defeated Royalists, a few indulgences 
were gained, such as the harsh sectaries had first 
denounced from their usurped pulpits, and suppressed 
by all the means that bigotry and tyranny gave into 
their grasp. Although the proclamations and written 
Acts of the long-winded Parliament remained unre- 
pealed, prohibiting all stage plays, and denouncing 
penalties against the Thespians,t Oliver's myrmidons 
were bribed or coaxed into connivance with some 
trifling breach of the law. Scraps of plays, such as 

terian, took up the trade of a jeweller, and lived in Aldermanbury, 
within the territory of Father Calamy ; the rest either lost, or ex- 
posed their lives for their king." (H. H. Repr. 1744, Dodsl. 
O. P., XL, p. ix.) 

f See the valuable collection of Documents in the Roxburghe 
Library volume, Trie English Drama and Stage under the Tudor 
and Stuart Princes, 1869 : whereinare given the First, Second, and 
Third Ordinances of the Long Parliament against Stage-Playes, 
and for the suppression of Theatrical performances in England, 
respectively of September 2, 1642 ; October 22, 1647 ; and Fe- 
bruary 2, 1647-8, each time increasing in malignity and cruel 
rapacity. Given, also, in J. Payne Collier's most interesting work 
on the "Annals of the Stage," 1831, vol. ii, pp. 105, no, 114. 
Unfortunately, his work stops virtually at the suppression of the 
Theatres. See, likewise, the memoir of Davenant in Wm. Pater- 
son's " Dramatists of the Restoration," vol. i. 1872, a reprint 
worthy of all encouragement, ably edited by James Maidment and 
W. H. Logan. 

had 



INTRODUCTION. xvil. 

had pleased lonely households in country mansions ; 
soliloquies, dialogues, and scenes from well remem- 
bered master-pieces by Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, or 
Beaumont and Fletcher, came to be the tolerated 
amusements of small crowds at the Red Bull in Lon- 
don, under the pretence of rope-dancing and tumbling ; 
subject still to surveillance, and to occasional inter- 
ruption and dispersal, with the plunder of their gar- 
ments and admittance-money, but no longer followed 
invariably as of old by stocks and whippings, contumely 
and close imprisonment with spare diet : 

"Brave Bracelets strong, 
Sweet whips ding dong, 
And wholesome hunger plenty." 

The Protector himself — in time disgusted with many 
of his intractable companions, and scarcely hiding a 
contempt for his own tools and satellites when not 
sufficiently obsequious — became desirous of concilia- 
ting the moderate party whose favour alone could gain 
for him the Crown his own sterner confederates denied 
-to himself and family. That there was some relaxation 
of authority, when once the spirit of opposition seemed 
crushed, cannot be denied. By May 21st, 1656, 
Davenant had opened a theatre at Rutland House, 
Charter-house Yard, for dramatic interludes or " Enter- 
tainments of declamation and music, after the manner 

of 



XV111. INTRODUCTION. 

of the Ancients," under favour of Lord Keeper 
Whitelocke, Sergeant Sir John Maynard, and others. 
Speedily his " Cruelty of the Spaniards," " Sir Francis 
Drake," and the " Siege of Rhodes " attained a 
success. Instead of the brief dialogues and poetic 
fragments, which at most had been tolerated grudg- 
ingly among the Cavaliers, there came to be repre- 
sented certain abbreviated re-castings of the chief 
incidents taken from the plays they loved. These 
under the general designation of " drolls," or Hu- 
mours, gave a complete dramatic rendering of actions 
or 'adventures; such as the Shylock scenes in the 
" Merchant of Venice," or the Choice of the Three 
Caskets, from the same play; the Sheep-shearing 
episode of Perdita, with the merriment of Autolycus, 
most delightful of vagabonds, from "The Winter's 
Tale ; " the prison revelry of the Three Merry Boys, 
from John Fletcher's " Rollo, Duke of Normandy ; " 
the Buck-Basket mishap of Falstaff from the " Merry 
Wives of Windsor ; " the pretended wantonness of the 
virtuous Florimel, as " The Surprise," from Fletcher's 
" Maid in the Mill :" and others. 

Some of these fragments were esteemed so highly 
that they did not altogether lose admirers even after- 
wards, when the " glorious Restoration " removed the 
padlock from the playhouse door. Francis Kirkman 

continued 



INTRODUCTION. xix. 

continued to print his " Curious Collection of several 
Drolls and Farces," in 1670 and 1673, under the title 
of " The Wits ; or, Sport upon Sport." * Robert Cox, 
who had been known as a Comedian in the time of 
Charles L, has the credit of preparing some eleven 
others of these Drolls, published in 1672 (the year of 
" Westminster Drollery," part 2) ; among which we 
find his own Humours of Simpleton ; of Bumpkin ; of 
Simpkin ; of Hobbinol ; and of John Swabber ; also 

*In the preface by Francis Kirkman to his own Part of "The 
Wits," (1672 ed.) we read: 

'When the publique Theatres were shut up, and the Actors for- 
bidden to present us with any of their Tragedies, because we had 
enough of that in earnest ; and Comedies, because the Vices of the 
Age were too lively and smartly represented ; then all that we could 
divert ourselves with were these humours and pieces of Plays, 
which passing under the Name of a merry conceited Fellow, called 
Bottom the Weaver, Simpleton the Smith, John Swabber, or some 
such title, were only allowed us, and that but by stealth too, and 
under pretence of Rope-dancing, or the like ; and these being all 
that was permitted us, great was the confluence of the Auditors ; 
and these small things were as profitable, and as great get-pen- 
nies to the Actors as any of our late famed Plays. I have seen 
the Red Bull Play- House, which was a large one, so full, that as 
many went back for want of room as had entred [always, we find, 
a delightful thought to your true professionals] ; and as meanly 
as you may think of these Drols, they were then Acted by the best 
Comedians then and now in being ; and I may say, by some that 
then exceeded all now living, by Name, the incomparable Robert 
Cox, who was not only the principal Actor, but also the Contriver 
and Author of most of these Farces.' 

one 



XX. INTRODUCTION. 

one of " Bottom the Weaver," extracted from the 
" Midsummer Night's Dream." Still earlier, Thomas 
Jordan had returned into ballad measure and versical 
Tales several of Shakespeare's plays, which had been 
borrowed from prose novels : " The Royal Arbor of 
Loyal Poesie," of this Cavalier Poet appeared in 1664, 
but had been written during the usurpation. Kirk- 
man's work, like those of Cox and of Jordan, is very 
rare, and, we may truly add, amusing.* From 
" Hamlet " the portion taken by Cox for a Droll was 

* Francis Kirkman writes of Robert Cox : " How have I heard 
him cried up for his yohn Swabber, and Simpleton the Smith, in 
which he being to appear with a large piece of Bread and Butter, 
I have frequently known several of the female Spectators and Audi- 
tors to long for some of it : And once that well-known Natural 
Jack Adams of Clarkenwel, seeing him with Bread and Butter on 
the Stage, and knowing him, cryed out, Cuz, Cuz, give me some, 
give me some ; to the great pleasure of the Audience : And so 
naturally did he act the Smith's part, that being at a Fair in a 
Countrey Town, and that Farce being presented, the only Master 
Smith of the town came to him, saying Well, although your 
father speaks ill of you, yet when the Fair is done, if you will 
come and work with me, I will give you twelve pence a week more 
then I give any other Journey-man. Thus was he taken for a 
Smith bred, that was indeed as much of any trade. And as he 
pleased the City and Countrey, so the Universities had a sight of 
him, and very well esteemed he was by the learned," &c. — [The 
Wits.] 

Francis Kirkman's portrait is given as one of the frontispieces 
to "The English Rogue," 1671-73 : lately reprinted. 

"The 



INTRODUCTION. XXI. 

"The Gravedigger's Colloquy;" from "Henry IV. 
Part I." the mirthful exaggeration of lean Jack's battle 
with the men in buckram, and the misbegotten knaves 
in Kendal green, was exhibited as " The Bouncing 
Knight" 

These Drolls were seldom unadorned with Songs. 
A large proportion were drawn from the works of the 
twinned dramatists, Beaumont and Fletcher, whose 
sparkling vivacity and uncontrollable roystering fun 
commended them to the men of their time quite as 
much as the true beauty of their poetry, which atones 
for their occasional licentiousness. The heavier and 
more cumbrous verse of Ben Jonson was less suited 
for the purpose required, so that we find little of his 
dramas reproduced, except a few scenes from his 
"Alchemist," under the title of " The Empiric." But 
many of his songs were, from first publication, adopted 
as universal favourites, among that political party 
which almost monopolized a taste for the accomplish- 
ment of verse and the charms of music. " Drink to 
me only with thine eyes;" "Queen and huntress, 
chaste and fair ;" " Still to be neat ;" " Buz, quoth the 
Blue Fly," and others of his bursts of melody, reached 
hearts that scarcely opened to receive his crowded 
comedies and obtrusive learning. With such airy 
fancies as deck his "Underwoods" and "Masques," every 

lover 



XX11. INTRODUCTION. 

lover of true poesie must exclaim, " O rare Ben 
Jonson !" Of Herrick, Carew, and Suckling the songs 
never lost admirers, and there was not any time when 
Shakespeare's were unvalued. 

Thus, even while pains and penalties had threatened 
the poor Player, forbidding him to " strut and fret his 
hour upon the stage," during the days when the Pro- 
tectorate made a desolation and called it peace, there 
was an unceasing demand for songs, satires, and short 
poems. Cotgrave's bulky, " English Treasury of Wit 
and Language" found a welcome in 1655. More ac- 
ceptable still would be such small volumes as could be 
easily hidden from the observation of Puritan spies, 
greedy for fines and confiscation ; secretly as ready to 
relish improprieties as the pious contraband trader and 
Nanty Ewart on the Solway Frith, in later days. In 
answer to this demand arose the drolleries; of 
which we have not yet found a specimen earlier than 
1654. They were privately passed from hand to hand, 
amid such perils and difficulties that copies of them 
are of the utmost rarity ; and predecessors may have 
appeared under still greater disadvantages and wholly 
perished. 

Oxford had much to do in the matter of these 
Drolleries. Here, in the venerable city to which we 
all look with love, had a loyal stand been made alike 

for 



INTRODUCTION. xxill. 

for church and state. Here had the King himself 
withdrawn in 1644; and here had fallen with especial 
malignity the punishment on Colleges for orthodoxy 
and political partizanship. The ejected scholars were 
not likely to submit silently to spoliation and imprison- 
ment. Many an Oxford student thereafter dipped his 
pen with keen avidity into the ink that should help to 
bring ridicule on the gang of sanctimonious plunderers 
whom his soul abhorred. Many a grave divine, thrust 
out of reading desk and pulpit by self-ordained Cob- 
blers and Infallibly Predestinated Agag-hewers, in- 
dulged himself in requital with the odium theologicum, 
and gibbeted Independents, Anabaptists, and all the 
unclassifiable camp-followers of Heresy and Schism, in 
one of those piquant epigrams or pasquinades over 
which to this day we chuckle merrily. On the other 
side, it is true, was Milton, a warlike catapult, flinging 
weighty annoyances, unscrupulous in his invectives 
against Salmasius, and Smectymnuus, and rejoicing in 
the interchange of destructive slander. What the 
Puritan divines could fulminate against opponents (or 
each other, when occasion served) is tolerably patent 
to the world by this time. Our book-shelves groan 
under their polemical theology, and we are only too 
glad to have escaped sitting under their pulpits while 
they "took another glass before parting." Gallant 

Cavaliers 



XXIV. INTRODUCTION. 

Cavaliers who fought unavailingly and suffered faith- 
fully during the civil war, like Lovelace, Cowley, 
L'Estrange, Cleveland, and Davenant, took up their 
pen as readily as their sword, when misfortune fell 
upon them. If they were sometimes frivolous and in- 
decorous, they at least were not dull and tedious. 

We should read the earlier " Drolleries," therefore, 
with a remembrance of their writers and first receivers 
having drawn more enjoyment out of these small 
volumes, in times of disquiet, than perhaps many of us 
care to do in later times of luxury, when whole libra- 
ries are at our command. Such faults as they bear 
are not unnatural results of the strife amid which they 
had been generated. People were in earnest for 
awhile, and neither sought nor bestowed quarter. 
While the political Saints preached against the plun- 
dered sinners, the latter retorted with song and satire, 
for lack of other weapons. 

We regret the occasional coarseness. But let it be 
remembered that it was a vice of the times, and we 
find in the Expositions and Biblical Commentaries of 
the Puritan divines, (learned, pious, aud instructive as 
many of them are) language quite as foul, and more 
fondness for meddling with unsavoury topics than we 
shall ever do in the " Drolleries." Throughout the 
time of anarchy there had been, among the Cavaliers, 

an 



INTRODUCTION. XXV. 

an odd commingling of amatory flames and political 
smoke. The devotion that was offered to exiled 
Monarch and separated Lady-love was never long un- 
allied with banter, directed against either Parliamen- 
tary enemies or the tyranny of Beauty. Living, as they 
kissed, from hand to mouth, taking with equal readi- 
ness the smiles of Fortune and the mischances of 
Adversity, the versifiers were not quite heroic enough 
to escape the taint of their necessitous circumstances. 
They snatched hastily, recklessly, at such pleasures as 
came within their reach, heedless of price or conse- 
quences. What they could not gain hi reality, they 
amused themselves by imagining. To a wanton Ixion 
a cloud is as good as a Juno. For our own part, we 
are far from feeling righteously indignant and pharisa- 
ically superior, when beholding the traces of their 
improvidence. There is a manhood visible in their 
failures, a generosity in their profusion and unrest. 
They become outcasts without degradation, for, at 
least, their scorn and hatred are lavished on those who 
are dastardly and hypocritical, the time-servers of the 
Commonwealth, while themselves yielding to indul- 
gences of another sort They are not stainless, but 
they affect no concealment of faults. Our heart goes 
to the losing side, even when the loss has been in 
great part deserved. 

a §v. 



XXVI. INTRODUCTION. 

§ v. The Restoration. 

At length, in 1660, comes the desired change, and 
as Martin Parker had hopefully sung, thirteen years 
before, " The King enjoys his own again ! " Unfor- 
tunately, both Charles and his subjects had failed to 
discover any sweetness in the uses of adversity. The 
earliest congratulatory Odes shew little poetic merit. 
Several have been preserved on broadsheets, but their 
loyalty outran discretion. Theatres were speedily 
reopened. Sir William Davenant received the patent 
for the Duke's house, and Tom Killigrew that of the 
rival, or King's House.* Davenant, the poet of the now 

* " Presently after the Restoration, the King's Players acted 
publickly at the Red Bull for some time, and then removed to a 
new built play-house in Vere Street, by Clare Market. There they 
continued for a year or two, and then removed to the Theatre 
Royal in Drury Lane, where they first made use of scenes, which 
had been a little before introduced upon the publick stage by Sir 
William Davenant, at the Duke's Old Theatre in Lincolns-inn- 
fields, but afterwards very much improved, with the addition of 
curious machines by Mr. Betterton at the New Theatre in Dorset 
Garden, to the great expense and continual charge of the players. 
This much impaired their profit o'er what it was before; for I have 
been informed by one of them, that for several years next after the 
Restoration, every whole sharer in Mr. Hart's company got ,£1000 
per ann. About the same time that scenes first entered upon the 
stage at London, women were taught to act their own parts ; 
since when, we have seen at both houses several actresses, justly 
famed as well for beauty, as perfect good action. And some plays, 
in particular 'The Parson's Wedding' [by Thomas Killigrew, 

1664] , 



INTRODUCTION. XXVU. 

neglected " Gondibert," (in great part written, previously, 
in prison) well deserved the favour shewn to him. He 
had been a stanch Royalist, in the dark days when 
loyalty meant suffering, but had contrived by his tact 
and perseverance to keep alive theatrical enthusiasm, 
and win, inch by inch, a toleration for dramatic shows. 
We see a specimen of the work he wrought during the 
Suppression in his " Play-House to be Let : Every 
Act a Play," a disjointed mixture of tragedy, comedy, 
opera, and farce. * As the Prologue says : — 

" We found it neither had a tail or head 
The limbs are such as no proportion bear, 
No correspondence have, and yet cohere" 

It was a stepping stone to the solid footing of the 
restored drama. He who had carried his point against 
powerful opposition, soon shewed what was his theatri- 
cal ambition, when in 1660 he held the management 
of a large Playhouse. With scenic decoration, with all 

1664], have been presented all by women, as formerly all by 
men. . . . All this while the playhouse musick improved yearly, 
and is now arrived to greater perfection than ever I knew it." 

Historia Histrionica, 1 691, Repr. p. xii. 
* Motteux imitated this attempt in his "Novelty: Every Act a 
Play," at Little Lincoln's Inn Fields Theatre, in 1697. See, also, 
"The Stroller's Pacquet Broke Open," 1742, for Farces and Drolls 
performed at Bartholomew-Fair, &c, and borrowed from older 
plays. 

the 



xxviii, INTRODUCTION. 

the adornment of rich costumes and operatic music, 
with mechanical contrivances hitherto unemployed, 
unknown, he reproduced in 1662 his " Siege of 
Rhodes," 

Revivals of the elder drama, including " Macbeth " 
with Matthew Lock's music, were attempted in such 
splendour as partly anticipated the spectacular suc- 
cesses of our own days. The first edition of Elkanah 
Settle's " Empress of Morocco," 1673, gives copper- 
plate engravings of the scenes in that play, and shows 
their importance. Theatre-goers did not so quietly 
enjoy the works of bygone demi-gods as to encourage 
managers to bring them out unadulterated. The bitter 
years that had gone by seem to have perverted the 
national taste. The courtiers who had accompanied 
Charles in his French exile, brought back with them 
more looseness of morals and artificiality of manners 
than they had taken over. Loyalty itself lost its 
charm when it wore the swagger of self-conceit and 
the vices of libertinism. We need seek no more 
startling proof of the depravity of this exotic taste than 
the alteration of Shakespeare's " Tempest " into " The 
Inchanted Island," made conjointly by Dryden and 
Davenant in 1667 The most exquisite fancies at 
once lose their purity and grace, poetry is travestied 
into bombast, the chaste innocence of Miranda is con- 
taminated 



INTRODUCTION. XXIX. 

taminated by the hoydenish silliness and impurity of a 
sister, Dorinda, who had " never seen a man," and the 
noble youth Ferdinand becomes a braggadocio ruffler, 
the cowardly assailant and almost the slayer of his 
rival, Hippolito, who until that hour had never seen a 
woman or drawn a sword. The tragedies in fashion 
were such as less resembled the English masterpieces 
of James's reign, than those which had found favour 
at the court of the French King. The comedies were 
diverting, but mere entanglements of intrigue and 
cross-purposes ; wherein the wanton language was 
sufficiently outspoken to ensure each lady-visitor wear- 
ing a mask, not so much to hide her blushes, however, 
as to conceal their absence. Beaumont and Fletcher had 
gone pretty far in their dialogues, which by no means 
err on the side of straight-laced morals and punctilious 
decorum. But when their comedies reappeared, fifty 
years after the friends had gone to their rest, the 
alterations made were almost always for the worse. 
The Duke of Buckingham touched up " The Chances." 
Others tampered with whatever text was revived, with- 
out compunction. Later, Betterton turned " The Pro- 
phetess" into an opera; Purcell added music to 
" Bonduca." Shadwell had introduced a masque with 
songs into "Timon of Athens." The Restoration 
men held no fear of consequences when their ghosts 

should 



XXX. INTRODUCTION. 

should encounter the wronged Elizabethans in the 
Happy Hunting Grounds. There had always been a 
readiness in play-wrights to borrow largely from pre- 
decessors and contemporaries, mostly improving on 

what they stole, " convey, the wise it call ! " Thus, 

of our Shakespeare's plays there is scarcely more than 
one plot that we cannot trace home to some novelist or 
fellow-dramatist. The Restoration men as boldly 
plagiarized, but spoilt what they carried off in their 
maraudings. It is amusing to watch the bare-faced 
impudence (worthy of some play-wrights in our own 
days) of clever Edward Ravenscroft, for example, in his 
numerous transformations. 

The immorality of these comedies has been de- 
nounced with such acrimony, that one might imagine 
the censors thought all other literature was immaculate, 
all other ages moral. We confess the cape ; that their 
imaginary world behind the footlights is not quite 
commendable. But why make war on shadows ? 
Why be so Quixotic as to slay mere scenic-puppets ? 
We agree with Charles Lamb, that the province of the 
Dramatist is a conventional world, and that we need 
not press the enactments of our penal and moral code 
against creatures of Fancy, Why denounce the petty 
larcenies of Sganarelle, or the highway-robberies of 
Falstaff, as if to be judged at the Old Bailey, or by 

the 



INTRODUCTION. xxxi. 

the Correctional Police of Paris ? Are we never to be 
without Rhadamanthus and the Court of Arches in 
sight ? 

Let us admit, it was frequently on matrimonial in- 
fidelity the jokes turned. For a score of years people 
seem never to have grown weary of laughing at the 
exhibition of befooled London citizens, whose wealth 
and wives were made free with, in the plays whereby 
the Stage attempted to hold the mirror up to nature. 
The Merry Monarch himself was a constant patron of 
the Drama, happiest when shaking off the cares of 
state, and paying gallant compliments to some one of 
the saucy actresses who spoke those Prologues and 
Epilogues that are more charged with objectionable 
double-meanings and downright scandal than the plays 
they accompanied. Actresses had been another of 
the innovations brought from France, either by Killi- 
grew or Davenant, after the Restoration ; and for half 
a century they could scarcely be considered a moral 
gain, although attractive to the audience. (See Foot- 
note on previous page, xxvi.) Two or more of these 
ladies were transferred by the enamoured King from 
the boards to the Palace. One was the charming 
Nell Gwynne, whom we see painted as a shepherdess 
by Sir Peter Lely at Hampton Court, and of whom 
our benefactor Pepys records in cypher, on May-day, 

1667, 



XXX11. INTRODUCTION. 

1667, the bewitching fascinations, as patent to him as 
those of Mrs Knipp. " Pretty Nelly," he calls her, 
"in her smock sleeves and bodice, a mighty pretty 
creature " She had passed, it is said, from the singing 
of ballads in taverns, the selling of oranges in front of 
the Playhouse, and the objectionable companionship 
ot Buckhurst, to the higher dignity of enrapturing the 
lieges upon the stage. She delivered, in Dryden's 
emphatic language, the Epilogue to his tragedy, 
" Tyrannic Love," 1669. She spoke the Prologue to 
the same poet's " Conquest of Grenada," 1670, in a 
hat large as a cart-wheel, to the uproarious delight of 
King Charles. Then she passed to, what may have 
been deemed in those days, the height of feminine 
ambition. Mary Davis, profanely called Moll, it is no 
less trustworthily recorded, won a lease of the expan- 
sive heart of " Old Rowley," by her singing the ballad 
" My lodging is on the cold ground, " ki " The 
Rivals." * § vi. 

*"The Rivals," Licensed September 19th, 1668, by Roger 
V Estrange. This date of license is important, although it had 
been acted earlier. The " Rivals, a Comedy " (by Davenant, 
according to Langbaine's Account, Eng. Dram. Poets, p. 547, 
1691) is founded on "the Two Noble Kinsmen," and Pepys saw 
it performed in 1664, on the 10th of September. "The Rivals" 
was acted by His Highness the Duke of York's Servants, Mrs. 
Gosnell singing and dancing. 

Mrs. Davis's name is printed, in our copy of the first quarto, 1668, 






INTRODUCTION. XXX111. 

§ vi. Songs in the Drolleries, Whence Taken. 

Out of these plays, serious and comic, in great part 
come the songs which meet us in the various " Droll- 
eries." Many of the lyrics only survive as relics of 
imprinted comedies and tragedies, without even the 
name or author being known : comedies which have 
otherwise passed into oblivion. Shall we not thank- 
fully accept these songs, since they alone remain ? 

We hold the songs of the Elizabethan Drama in 
much higher esteem than those after the Restoration, 
but we deprecate the severity of censure which has 
been passed on the latter, since they are, at least, 
superior to what we get in subsequent days. Robert 
Bell, whose name deserves respect and gratitude, has 

as acting Celania, who sings the song in Act V. Compare 
Mirida's burlesque song in The Honble. James Howard's " All 
Mistaken; or, the Mad Couple," 1672, Act V. Sc. 1, — which is 
said to have ridiculed the short and plump Moll Davis, and begins 
(corrected) thus : — 

" My lodging upon the cold floor is, 

And wonderful hard is my fare, 

But that which troubles me more is 

The fatness of my dear. 

Yet still I do cry, oh melt love, 

And I pry'thee now melt apace ; 

For thou art the man I should long for, 

If 'twere not for thy grease," &c. 
It is Pinguister who is so fat. Nelly sang it. This burlesquing 
of popular songs besets us continually in the Drolleries. 

not 



XXXIV. INTRODUCTION. 

not hesitated to express this condemnation ruthlessly. 
He says : — 

" The superiority in all qualities of sweetness, thoughtfulness, 
and purity of the writers of the sixteenth and the beginning of the 
seventeenth century over their successors is strikingly exhibited in 
these productions. The dramatic songs of the age of Elizabeth 
and James I. are distinguished as much by their delicacy and 
chastity of feeling, as by their vigour and beauty. The change 
that took place under Charles II was sudden and complete. With 
the Restoration, love disappears, and sensuousness takes its place. 
Voluptuous without taste or sentiment, the songs of that period 
may be said to dissect in broad daylight the life of the town, laying 
bare with revolting shamelessness the tissues of its most secret 
vices." (Swigs of the Dramatists, 1854.J 

As the imperturbable Mr. Chester sensibly remarked, 
on a similar occasion, "These anatomical allusions 
should be left to gentlemen of the medical profession. 
They are really not agreeable in society." 

Although confessedly inferior to the writers of the 
three preceeding reigns, the dramatists and songsters 
of the Restoration have a charm of their own, and we 
do not think it good policy to despise the fruit of 
Autumn in compliment to the bygone flowers of the 
Spring and Summer. If we watch and see how much 
we lose, when once we pass from the Stuarts to the 
cold William of Orange and the alien Hanoverian 
race — the early Georges who grunted at " Boets and 
Bainters," who "hated arts and despised literature, but 
liked train oil in their salads," — we become more ready 

to 



INTRODUCTION. XXXV. 

to do justice to the delightful lyrists who left behind 
them no true successors. Scarcely one song written 
by our favourite Sir Charles Sedley, or the Earl of 
Rochester, (or Dryden and Wycherley, for that mat- 
ter, though these latter are frequently somewhat warm 
in expression), fails to surpass in tenderness and 
melody, in sportive fancy and intellectual sparkle, a 
cartload of the concert or drawing-room ballads of the 
present day, let alone the Music Hall imbecilities. 
We need not draw comparison with the dreary didactic 
trifling that won favour at Ranelagh or Spring Gardens 
a century ago. To our mind the most indefensible 
Love-songs were those in which the far-fetched con- 
ceits, the pedantry, and lackadaisical attitudinizing of 
the Donne school, substituted a shock of surprises for 
the language of emotion ; as if poetry were a riddle or 
conundrum. This was in the reign of Charles I., but 
it has never quite died out since. We much prefer 
the genuine passion, when even transgressing so far in 
warmth as to incline towards sensuality, to that frigid 
affectation of Heroic or Platonic Love which is so busy 
in contemplating its own ingenuity. The Restoration 
men were in earnest when they praised either women 
or wine, and both the ladies and the bottle were taken 
in hand with enthusiasm. 

Then as to the rural sports, the dance around the 

Maypole, 



XXXVI. INTRODUCTION. 

Maypole, resumed after the Puritans had sawn down 
the tree, trampled on the flowers, and yelled against 
the profanity of all merry-making in a world which was- 
nearing its final doom, (according to the latest Tub- 
interpretation of prophecy) : what need we say ? ex- 
cept this : Turn to page 80 of the second part of 
Westminster Drollery, and see there (precisely as it 
was first published) what a hearty, rollicking Invitation 
was sung to bring the " lasses and lads " to a summer 
evening festival. Was it not still " Merrie England," 
even then; although the rampant Hobby of Puritanism 
had so lately ridden across every village green, and 
burnt its hoof-marks on the turf? 

Or, read the gay lyrics which sing their own music 
and set our blood in pleasant activity, the two com- 
panion ditties, " Pan, leave piping, the Gods have done 
feasting" (given near the end of our Appendix, from the 
"Antidote against Melancholy," 1661), with "Songs of 
Shepherds and rustical roundelays " (in the " Westmin- 
ster Drollery," Part ii. p. 64), telling of all the heathen 
deities made happy in Hunting the Hare. We catch 
sight of sly tricks and courtship even in such a trifle 
as " The Drawing of Valentines" (i.p. 35), a silly thing 
in sooth, but one that " dallies with the innocence of 
Love, like the Old Age." 

And if these men of the Restoration could not sing 

so 



INTRODUCTION. XXXV11. 

so sweetly as their poetic forefathers, what then ? All 
honour still be to them, for the fact that they had the 
good taste to value such melody as had been given 
already. The lyrics of Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Henry 
Wotton, Thomas Carew, Robert Herrick, Sir John 
Suckling, with those of Ben Jonson, Beaumont and 
Fletcher, and others of that wondrous band surround- 
ing " Gentle Shakespeare," never went quite out of 
fashion, but re-appeared in almost every volume of 
festive songs ; as, we doubt not, they resounded still 
at every wassail, and enlivened every old manor-house 
whereunto descendants of the lawful owners came 
back to take possession. Had it been in prophetic 
foresight, that this Restoration Ode of a Pastor return- 
ing to his flock was given by the dramatist? In 
Welcoming home their Vicar, — the parishioners de- 
clare : — 

" We have brought music to appease his spirit, 
And the best song we'll give him :" 

A Glee to the Vicar. 

" Let the bells ring, and the boys sing, 

The young lasses trip and play : 
Let the cups go round, till round goes the ground, 

Our learned Vicar we'le stay. 

" Let the pigg turne merrely, hey ! 

And let the fat goose swim, 
For verily, verily, hey ! 

Our Vicar this day shall be trim. "The 

e 



XXXVlll. INTRODUCTION. 

"The stew'd cock shall crow, cock a doodle doe ! 

A lowd cock a doodle shall crow ; 
The duck and the drake shall swim in a lake 

Of oynions and clarret below. 

" Our wives shall be neat to bring in our meat 

To thee, our noble adviser ; 
Our paynes shall be great, and our pottles shall 

And we ourselves will be wiser. [sweat, 

" We'l labour and swink, we'le kisse and we'le 
And tythes shall come thicker and thicker ; [drink, 

We'l fall to the plow, and get children enow', 
And thou shalt be learned, O Vicar !"* 

No doubt many a veteran Cavalier made com- 
plaint, unselfishly enough, when on a single visit to 
Court he won a momentary glimpse of His Majesty 
Charles II., surrounded too closely by sycophants and 
titled wantons to allow of any further greeting than 
" Ods fish ! man, I'm glad to see you." It was not 
the king who was unkind, but his flatterers who were 
jealous ; and old Cavaliers retired, or 'did not once ap- 
pear, for want of Coin and Cuffs.' As one of them sang : 

* The authorship and early date are douhtful, It is not printed 
in the first edition of " The Spanish Curate," in Beaumont and 
Fletcher's works, folio, 1647, although the place for it is marked 
with the word " Song," in Act iii. Sc. 2. The entry of the play 
is dated October 24, 1622. It was acted at Blackfriars. The 
earliest printed version of the song known to us is that in Musarum 
Delicice (p. 75 of reprint), 1656. We follow that given in the 
" Antidote against Melancholy," 1661, which forms one of the 
Blue Series privately reprinted by that indefatigable Shakespearian 
Scholar, John Payne Collier, Esq., to whose courtesy we are in- 
debted for our copy from the rare original. 



INTRODUCTION. xxxix. 

" But this doth most afflict my mind, 
I went to Court, in hope to find, 

Some of my friends in Place; 
And walking there, I had a sight 
Of all the Crew : But, by this light, 

I hardly knew one face ! 

S'life ! of so many noble sparkes, 
Who on their bodies bear the markes 

Of their integrity, 
And suffer'd Ruin of estate ; 
It was my d . . . unhappy fate, 

That I not one could see ! 

Not one, upon my life, among 
My old acquaintance, all along 

At Truro, and before ; 
And, I suppose, the place can shew 
As few of those whom thou didst know 
At York or Marston-moore" 

His soldier-friend, warned by such an experience, 
would make remonstrance that this was an old tale ; 
that Courts are not the place for modest merit to ap- 
pear ; that those alone who shew gold in hand and 
brass in their faces are the welcome guests. He re- 
members that, 

" All Princes (be they never so wise, 
Are fain to see with other Eyes, 

But seldom hear at all : 
And Courtiers find't their interest, 
In time to feather well their nest, 

Providing for their Fall. 

Our comfort doth on Time depend ; 
Things, when they are at worst, will mend : 

And let us but reflect On 



xl. INTRODUCTION. 

On our condition th'other day, 
When none but Tyrants bore the sway, 
What did we then expect ? 

Mean while a calm retreat is best : 
But discontent (if not supprest) 

Will breed Disloyalty. 
This is the constant note I sing, 
I have been faithful to the King, 

And so shall ever be." (1661.) 

What though the anticipations of the Cavaliers were 
in great part followed by disappointment, and Charles 
II. failed to justify their hopes, by neglecting many 
of those who had cheerfully suffered for his cause ; 
there will always be to us a fascination in the re- 
cords of those days of Civil War and Restoration. 
Nor must we accept as wholly trustworthy the dark 
portraiture given by Burnet, Rochester, or any anony- 
mous authors of satires upon the Royal Sardanapa- 
lus. His faults were sufficient, as a man and as a mon- 
arch, without there being need of such malignant ex- 
aggeration as he found employed against him, yet 
never troubled himself to resent. We may not be wil- 
ling to accept all the laudation of the glib courtiers 
who wrote funeral elegies at his decease, yet such men 
as Halifax, Denham, Clarendon, and Dryden saw in 
him qualities to praise. Thus the former says : — 

" Farewell, great Charles, monarch of blest renown, 
The best good man that ever filled a throne ; 

When 



. INTRODUCTOIN. "xli. 

When Nature as her highest pattern wrought, 
And mix'd both sexes' virtues in one draught; 
Wisdom for councils, bravery in war, 
With all the mild good-nature of the fair. 
The woman's sweetness, temper'd manly wit, 
And loving pow'r, did crown'd with meekness sit. 

In conquests mild, he came from exile kind ; 
No climes, no provocations, chang'd his mind ; 
No malice sheiv'd, no hate, revenge, or pride, 
But ruled as meekly as his father died." &c. 

Compare with this, Andrew Marvell's caricature : — 

" Of a tall stature, and of sable hue, 

Much like the son of Kish, that lofty Jew, 

Twelve years complete he suffered in exile, 

And kept his father's asses all the ivhile ; 

At length, by wonderful impulse of Fate, 

The people call him home to help the State," &c. 

Or Rochester's Satire on him : — 

"In the isle of Great Britain, long since famous known, . . 

There reigns, and long may he reign and thrive, 

The easiest Prince and best bred Man alive ; 

Him no ambition moves to seek renown, 

Like the French Fool [Lewis] to wander up and down, 

Starving his subjects, hazarding his Crown : . . . . 

A Merry Monarch, scandalous and poor." 

The satire attributed conjecturally to Samuel Butler, 
" 'Tis a strange age we live in, and a lewd," the inci- 
dental references to the wasteful disorder and neglect 
of business, found in Pepys' Diary, and in that of the 
more staid Evelyn, as well as in the lively pages of 

the 

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xlii. INTRODUCTION. 

the Count de Grammont, and in small memoirs less 
easy of access, help to give a tolerable exposure of 
court favourites and their ways. Beside these records, 
our cheerful Westminster Drollery is comparatively in- 
nocent. Most of the Songs had been set to music by 
the best composers of the day, and they can seldom 
have given offence, even in circles that were far purer 
than those which held Lely's Beauties as their centre. 
It would have been a joy for us to know that these 
were wholly unobjectionable ; but he who waits to eat 
of fruit without a speck must go hungry through many 
an orchard, even past the apples of the Hesperides. 

§ vii. Conclusion. 
We reserve for the Introduction to our next reprint 
of the scarce " Drolleries " a more detailed list of 
them, and such history of their authors as is attainable. 
Three of the books, at least were published before the 
return of Charles II. (viz., " Love and Drollery, " 
i654,"Choice Drollery," and "Wit and Drollery," 1656, 
also "Wit Restored," 1658). " Wit's Recreation,"a large 
collection of Epigrams and Epitaphs, with only a few 
Songs, had appeared so early as 1640, and was of a 
different character. " Merry Drollery," and another 
edition of " Wit and Drollery," were published in 166 1. 
The former was repeated, " with additions," in 1670, 
and 1691. In 1671, the same year as the "Westmin- 
ster 



INTRODUCTION. xliii. 

ster Drollery," Part i., appeared the " Oxford Drol- 
lery." When the second part of "Westminster Drol- 
lery " was produced in 1672, the " Windsor Drollery " 
also was published, and they held a few songs in com- 
mon. " Holborn Drollery," and "Norfolk Drollery" 
(for the most part heavy, and only locally interesting) 
came to light next year, 1673. The " Bristol Drol- 
lery," in 1674, " Covent Garden Drollery," in 1675, 
and " Grammatical Drollery," 1682, must also be 
mentioned : all have been carefully examined. There- 
after the tone of the song collections is changed, and 
always for the worse. Excitement had begun about 
the supposed Plots of the Papists ; Titus Oates, Bed- 
loe, Dangerfeld, and the rest of that perjured crew 
held public attention, and the song or ballad collectors 
of the day were almost entirely political, on the one 
side or the other. Soon we come to the exultant 
Protestantism of the " Loyal Songs against Popery," 
1689, and the unscrupulous rancour of the "State 
Poems," during the power of William III. A more 
petty malignity shrieks and gibbers in the Anti-Jacobite 
ditties of 1715, 17 16, and 17 18. 

It is, then, to the Drolleries published between 1660 
and 1675 that we turn for the Songs of the jubilant 
Royalists of the Restoration; to Alexander Brome's, 
&c. In the belief that historically and poetically 
they are worthy of preservation we issue our unmutOa- 

ted 



xliv. INTRODUCTION. 

ted Reprint. By preserving the divisions of pages, 
peculiarities of spelling and punctuation (accidental 
or designed), and other features of the ' original, the 
student here possesses a thoroughly trustworthy repro- 
duction. To this we pledge ourselves. We have no- 
wise departed from our exemplar except in two par- 
ticulars : i. the now obsolete long "f," with its pro- 
voking likeness to an " f" is here uniformly changed 
into the ordinary "s." 2. the type of each commen- 
cing word, which in the original is mostly of a mongrel 
character, is made uniform in capitals throughout Part 
1. The sheet marks are given exactly in large paper 
copies. Even palpable blunders in the text are left un- 
altered ; but many corrections (not conjectural, but 
obtained by collation) are afforded in the Appendix 
Notes. These are kept apart intentionally. No tables 
of Contents or of First Lines appear in the original, 
but have been included, alphabetically arranged, for 
convenience of the Reader, Is he wearied of this 
Preludium or Overture ? We hope not. May he en- 
joy the Concert here about to be reproduced for his 
delight, not irritated by a few discordant notes. The 
curtain rises, and the first performer is none other than 
the King himself, " Old Rowley," for whom we have, a 
liking, despite his peccadilloes. Hats t>ff, gentlemen, 
if you please, in presence of his Majesty, and listen to 
the Drolleries. 

J. W. E. 



Westminster Drollery. 
Part I. 



Westminster Drollery. 

Or, A Choice 

COLLECTION 

of the Newest 

SONGS & POEMS 

BOTH AT 

Court anli Cbeaters* 



BY 

A Person of Quality. 



With Additions. 



LONDON : 

Printed for//, Brome at the Gun in St, Pants 

Church Yard, near the West End. 

MDCLXXI. 



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The first Song in the Ball at Court 

i. 

I Pass all my Hours in a shady old Grove, 
And I live not the day that I see not my Love : 
I survey every Walk now my Phillis is gone, 
And sigh when I think we were there all alone. 
O then 'tis, O then I think there's no such Hell, 
Like loving, like loving to well. 



But each shade and each conscious Bow'r that I find, 
Where I once have been happy, and she has been kind. 
And I see the print left of her shape in the Green, 
And imagine the pleasure may yet come agen, 

O then his, Opheti, I think nopoy's alkve 

The pleasures , the pleasures of love^ 

While alone to myself I repeat all her charms, 
She I love may be locked in another mans arms : 
She may laugh at my cares, and so false she may be, 
To say all the kind things she before said to me. 

O then 'tis, O then I think there's no such Hell, 

Like loving, like loving too well. 

A3 4. But 



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4- 

But when I consider the truth of her heart. 
Such an innocent passion, so kind, without art, 
I fear I have wrong'd her, and hope she may be 
So full of true love, to be jealous of me. 
O theft 'tis, O then I think no joys above 
TJie pleasures , the pleasures of Love. 



The second Song in the Masque at Court. 

i. A Lovjsr I amj and a Lo\|er Tie be, 
ii And hope from my Love I shall never be 
free, 
Let wisdom be blam'd in the grave woman-hater, 
Yet never to love, is a sin of ill nature : 
But he who loves well, and whose passion is strong, 
Shall never be wretched, but ever be young. 

2. With hopes and with fears, like a Ship in the Ocean, 
Our hearts are kept dancing, and ever in motion. 
When our passion is pallid, and our fancy wou'd fail, 
A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale : 
But when the doubt's clear'd, and the jealousies gone, 
How we kiss, and embrace, and can never have done. 

A 



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A Song at the Kmg's House. 

1. T T OW hard is a heart to be cur'xl 

X J_ That is once overwhelm'd with despair, 
Tis a pain by force is endur'd, 
Despises our pity, and scoffs at our fear :* 
But if nothing but Death shall untie 
Those fetters wherewith you enslave me, 
For your sake I am ready to try 
If you are unwilling to leave me, 

Then I am not unwilling to die„ 



2. How much were it better complying 
With the tears, the sighs, and the groans 
Of a poor distrest Lover dying, 
And list to the cries of his pitiful moans : 
When your Slave shall in triumph be led 
To see the effects of good nature, 
It shall for your honour be sed, 
Tis true you have kill'd a poor Creature, 
Yet have rais'd him again from the dead. 



3. Though your heart be as cold as the ice is, 
At one time or other you'l findj 
That love has a thousand devices [mind. 

To banish could thoughts from your scrupulous 

a 4 Thy 



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Thy aid mighty Jove I implore, 
That thou to the fair one discover, 
The joys I have for her in store, 
Which she to her passionate Lover 
Will say, she'll be cruel no more. 



A Song at the Kings House. 

i. (~^LORIS, let my passion ever^ 

V y Be to you as I design : 

Flames so noble, that you never 

Saw the like till you knew mine. 

2.. Not a breath of feigned passion 
From my lips shall reach your ears ; 

Nor this love that's now in fashion, 
Made of modest sighs and tears. 

3. In my breast a room so fitting 
For your heart I will prepare, 

That you'l never think of quitting, 
Were you once but harbour'd there. 

4. The Rent's not great that I require 
From your heart, mine to repay : 

Fortitude's all I desire 

To keep your lodging from decay. 

5. Fairest 



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5 . Fairest Saint, then be not cruel. 
Nor to love me count it sin : 

Since a smile from you is fewel, 
For to keep this fire in. 

6. When I am forc'd by death or age. 
From your flames for to retire, 

All true Lovers I'll engage 
Still my passion to admire. 



"A 



The last So?ig at the Kifigs Mouse. 

Wife I do hate, 
For either she's false or she's jealous ■ 
But give me a Mate 

That nothing will ask or tell us : 
She stands on no terms, 

Xor chaffers by way of Indenture ; 
Her love's for your Farms, 

But takes the kind man at a venture. 

2. If all prove not right, 

Without Act, Process, or Warning, 
From a Wife for a night 

You may be divorc'd in the morning. 
Where Parents are slaves 

Their Brats cannot be any other ; 

Great 



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Great Wits and great Braves 

Have always a Punk to their Mother. 



A Song. 

T " A A 7"ER'T thou but half so wise as thou art fair, 
V V Thou would'st not need such courting, 
'Twill prove a loss you'll ne'er repair, 

Should you still defer your sporting. 
This peevish shall I, shall I, you'll repent, 

When your spring is over, 
Beauties after-math — no kind friends hath 

To gratifie a Lover. 

2. Perhaps you may think 'tis a sin to deal, 
Till Hymen doth authorize you : 

Though the Gods themselves sweet pleasure steal, 

That to coyness thus advise you. 
Pox upon the Link-boy and his Taper, 

I'll kiss, although not have you, 
'Twas an Eunuch wrote all the Text that you quote, 

And the Ethicks that inslave you. 

3. I am sure you have heard of that sprightly Dame 
That with Mars so often traded, 

Had the God but thought she had been to blame, 
She had surely been degraded. 

Nor 






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Nor is blind Cupid less esteemed 
For the sly tricks of his Mother, 

For men do adore that Son of a Whore, 
As much as any other. 

4. Tis plain antiquity doth lie 
Which made Lucretia squeamish ; 

For that which you call Chastity, 

Upon her left a blemish : 
For when her Paramour grew weak, 

Her passion waxed stronger, 
For the Lecherous Drab her self did stab 

'Cause Tarquin staid no longer. 

5. Then away with this Bugbear Vice, 
You are lost if that you fly me, 

In Elizium (if you here are nice) 

You never shall come nigh me : 
Hell for Vestals is a Cloyster 

I don't run doting thither, 
For the pleasant shades are for her that trades 

Let's truck and go together. 



A late Song by a Person of Quality. 

1. A Las,whatshallIdo? I have taken on me now 

J~\ To make a Song, I vow • O wo is me : 
I am comm anded to't, I dare not stand it out, 

Though 



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Though I am put to th' rout, it must be : [foot 
Thou shalt do't, then stand to't I'll set my Muse on 

With a good chirping Cup, [of wine, 

There may some hidden Mine, spring from the juice 

Then take 't and drink it up. 



2. Pox on't, it will not do, I must have t'other too, 
I claim it as my due, and must love't ; [hie 

For where the Land is dry, the good Husband he doth 

To bring the water nigh to improve 't. 
Here's the use of the Juice, open me then the sluce, 

And deny my wit in grain ; 
That Skull's ne'er empty that takes it in plenty, 
It's the only spring of the brain. 



3. Madam now you mayseewhat obedience is in me, 

I have done what may be to obey, [to boot, 

I have set my Muse on foot, with the sprightly grape 

Your Commands made me do't, they must sway : 

If my pate soon or late, shall bring forth some conceit, 

To you my wit I owe. 
If I do fall flat, it's because, mark you that, 

I am a Cup to low. 
If I spake sense enough, or did speak but stuff, 

All is alike to me ; 
I'll never pause upon't, you were the cause on't, 
And that's my Apologie. 

Silvia 



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Silvia. Made by a Person of Honour. 
But the Answer and Reply lately added. 

SILVIA, tell me how long it will be 
Before you will grant my desire : 
Is there no end of your crueltie, 

But must I consume in this fire ? 
You'll not tell me you love me, nor yet that you hate, 

But take pleasure in seeing me languish 
Ah Silvia pity my desperate state, 
For you are the cause of my anguish : 



Her ANSWER. 

DAMON, I tell thee I never shall be 
In a humour to grant thy desire ; 
Nor can I be tax'd with crueltie, 

Having one that I more do admire. 
For 'tis him that I love, and thee that I hate, 
Yet I find you fain would be doing ; 
No, Damon, you never shall be my Mate, 
Then prethee, Friend, leave off thy wooing. 

His 



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His REPLY. 

SIL VIA know, I never shall more 
Be a Suitor to pride and disdaining, 
Nor can my respects be as heretofore, 

Being now in the time of their waining : 
For I prize not thy love, nor I fear not thy hate, 

Then prethee take it for a warning, 
Whenever you meet with another mate, 
Faith Silvia leave off your scorning. 



A Song at the Kings House. 
1 \\ THERE-ever I am, and whatever I do, 

V V My Phillis is still in my mind : 
When angry, I mean not to Phillis to go, 

My feet of themselves the way find. 
Unknown to my self, I am just at her door, 

And when I would rail, I can bring out no more, 
Than, Phillis too fair and unkind, 
Than, Phillis too fair and unkind. 

2. When Phillis I see, my heart burns in my brest, 
And the love I would stifle is shown, 

But asleep or wake, I am never at rest, 
When from mine eyes Phillis is gone. 

Some 



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Sometimes a sweet dream does delude my sad mind, 
But alas when I wake, and no Phillis I find, 
Theii I sigh to my self all alone. 
Then I sigh to my self all alone. 

3. Should a King be my Rival in her I adore, 
He should offer his treasure in vain, 

O let me alone to be happy and poor, 

And give me my Phillis again : 
Let Phillis be mine, and ever be kind, 
I could to a Desart with her be confin'd, 
A?id envy no Monarch his Reign, 
And envy no Monarch his Reign. 

4. Alas ! I discover too much of my love, 
And she too well knows her own power ; 

She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove, 

And makes me grow jealous each hour. 
But let her each minute torment my poor mind. 
I had rather love Phillis both false and unkind, 
Then ever be freed from her power, 
Then ever be freed from her power. 



P 



The Coy Lady slighted at last. 

OOR Celia once was very fair, 
A quick bewitching eye she had, 

Most 



1 2 Westminster-Drollery. 

Most neatly look'd her braided hair, 

Her lovely cheeks would make you mad : 
Upon her Lips did all tke Graces play, 
And on her Breasts ten thousand Cupids lay. 

2. Then many a doting Lover came, 
From seventeen unto twenty one : 

Each told her of his mighty flame, 
But she forsooth affected none ; 

This was not ha?idso?ne, f other was not fine ; 
This of Tobacco smelt, and that of Wine. 

3. But t'other day, it was my fate 
To pass along that way alone : 

I saw no Coach before her Gate, 
But at her door I heard her moan, 

And dropt a tear, and sighing seem'd to say, 
Young Ladies marry, marry while you may. 



A Song at the Kings House. 

!, T T TORLD thou art so wicked grown, 

V V That thy deceits I must disown, 
Since Knaves from honest men cannot be known, 
So general is Distraction : 

2. Men 



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2. Men that are grave and should be wise, 
In their opinions are so precise, 
That always they turn up the whites of their eyes, 
When plotting some other faction. 

Conventicles are grown so rife, 

Whose followers are so many, 
There's so much gathered for their relief, 

Poor Cavaliers cannot get any. 

Wit without money is such a curse, 
No Mortal would be in its Clutches : 

And he that hath one without t'other is worse 
Than a Cripple without his Crutches. 



A Song by a Person of Quality^ 

HOLD, hold, and no further advance, 
For I'm cast in a Trance, 
If an inch more you give, 
I'm not able to live 
Then draw back your Lance. 

So now 'tis pretty well my Love, 

Yet if you will, 
You may somewhat further shove, 

But do not kill. 






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I die, I die, my breath's almost gone : 
Pray let me sleep, and I'll wake anon. 



A Rhodomantade on his cruel Mistress. 

SEEK not to know a woman ; for she's worse 
Than all Ingredients cram'd into a Curse. 
Were she but ugly, peevish, proud, a Whore, 
Perjur'd or painted, so she were no more, 
I could forgive her, and connive at this, 
Alledging still she but a Woman is : 
But she is worse, and may in time forestal, 
The Devil, and be the damning of us all. 



A SONG. A Dialogue betweeti two Friends. 

Tune. How severe is forgetful Old Age. 
R. 

HOW unhappy a Lover am I, 
Whilst I sigh for my Phyllis in vain, 
All my hopes of delight are another mans right, 
Who is happy whilst I am in pain. 
W. 
z. Since her honour affords no relief, 
As to pity the pains which you bear, 

It's 



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It's the best of your Fate in a helpless estate, 
To give over betimes to despair. 
R. 

3. I have tried the false Medicine in vain, 
Yet I wisht what I hope not to wan, 

From without my desires has no food to its fires, 
But it burns and consumes me within. 
W. 

4. Yet at best it's a comfort to know 
That you are not unhappy alone ; 

For the Nymph you adore is as wretched or more. 
And accounts all your sufferings her own. 
R. 

5. O you Powers let me suffer for both, 
At the feet of my Phyllis I'll lie, 

I'll resign up my breath, and take pleasure in death. 
To be pitied by her when I die. 
IV. 

6. What her honour den^d you in life. 
In her death she will give to her love : 

Such a flame as is true after fate will renew, 
For the souls do meet freely above. 



O 



A SONG calVd The Injur 'd Lady. 

You powerful Gods, if I must be 
An injur'd Offering to Loves Deity, 

Grant 



1 6 Westminster- Drollery. 

Grant my Revenge, this Plague on men, 

That Women ne'r may love agen. 

The?i Fll with joy submit unto my Fate, 
Which by your Justice gives your Empire date. 

2. Depose that great insulting Tyrant Boy, 
Who most is pleas'd when he does most destroy : 
O let the world no longer govern'd be 

By such a blind and childish Deity. 

For if you Gods are in your Power severe, 
We shall adore you not for Love but Fear. 

3. But if you'l his Divinity maintain, 

('Tis men, false men, confirm his tott'ring reign) 
And when their hearts Loves greatest torment prove 
Let that no pity, but our laughter move. ■ 

Thus scorn 'd and lost to all their wis ht for aim, 
Let rage, despair, and death consume their fame. 



The Wooing Rogue. 

The Tune is, My Freedom is all my Joy. 

1. /^^OME live with me, and be my Whore, 
V^ And we will beg from door to door, 
Then under a hedge we'l sit and louse us, 
Until the Beadle comes to rouse us. 

And 



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And if they'l give us no relief, 

Thou shalt turn Whore and Fl turn Thief, 
Thou shalt turn Whore and Fl turn Thief. 

2. If thou canst rob, then I can steal, 
And we'l eat Roast-meat every meal : 
Nay we'l eat White-bread every day, 
And throw our mouldy Crusts away, 
And twice a day we will be drunk, 

And then at night Fl kiss my Punk, 
And then at night Fl kiss my Funk. 

3. And when we both shall have the Pox, 
We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks, 
To shift each others mangy hide, 

That is with Itch so pockifi'd ; 

We'l take some clean ones from a hedge, 
And leave our old ones for a pledge, 
And leave our old ones for a pledge. 



A Song at the Kings House. 

1. T OW severe is forgetful old age, 
A J. To confine a poor Lover so, 
That I almost despair to see even the air, 
Much more my dear Damon, hey ho. 

2. Though 



1 8 Westminster-Drollery. 

2. Though I whisper my sighs out alone, 

Yet I am trac'd where-ever I go, [me 

That some treacherous Tree keeps this old man from 
And there he counts every hey ho. 

3. How shall I this Argus blind, 

And so put an end to my wo ? 
But whilst I beguile all his frowns with a smile, 
I betray myself with a hey ho. 

4. My restraint then, alas, must endure ; 

So that since my sad doom I know, 
I will pine for my Love like the Turtle Dove, 
And breathe out my life in hey ho. 



A Song at the Ki?igs House. 

1. TV T EVER perswade me to't, I vow 
1 \| I live not : How can'st thou 
Expect a life in me, 
Since my Soul is fled to thee ? 
You suppose because I walk, 
And you think talk, 
I therefore breath, alas, you know 
Shades as well as men do so. 

2. You 



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2. You may argue I have heat, 

My pulses beat, 
My sighs have in them living fire. 
Grant your Argument be truth, 

Such heats my youth 
Inflame, as poysons do only prepare 

To make death their follower. 



A Song. 

FAREWEL, farewel fond love, under whose childish 
I have serv'd out a weary Prenticeship. [whip 
Farewel, thou that hast made me thy scorn'd proper- 
To dote on those that lov'd not, [ty, 

And to fly those that woo'd me : 

Go bane of my content, and practice on some other 

[Patient. 

2. My woful Monument shall be a Cell, 
The murmur of the purling Brook my knell ; 
And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall groan 
Eternally : if any ask this Stone, 
What wretched thing doth in this compass lie, 

The hollow Echo shall reply, 'Tis I, 'Tis I, 

The hollow Echo shall reply, Tis I. 

Farewel, farewel. 



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A Song at the Kings House, 

i. 1 F AVE I not told thee, dearest mine, 

X JL That I destroy'd should be ? 
Unhappy, though the crime was thine, 

And mine the misery : 
Thou art not kind, ther's none so blind 

As those that will not see. 

2. Have I not sigh'd away my breath 
In homage to thy beauty : 

What have I got but certain death, 

A poor reward for duty. 
Well, when I'm gone you'l ne'r have one 

That will prove half so true t' ye. 

3. Have I not steep' d my soul in tears, 
When thou didst hardly mind it ? 

But rather added to my fears, 
When love should have declin'd it ; 

Which in this breast, I hope for rest, 
But now despair to find it 

4. O that I could but sound thy heart, 
And fathom but thy mind : 

Then would I search thy better part, 
And force thee to be kind : 



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But now I'm lost, and here am crost, 
Tis they that hide must find. 

4. If pity then within thy heart 
Doth own a residence, 

Vouchsafe to read my tragick part, 

And plead my innocence : 
Then when I'm dead, it may be said, 

'Twas love was my offence. 

5. But since thy will is to destroy, 
I dare not mercy crave, 

But kindly thank my fate, and joy 

I liVd to die thy Slave : 
Then exercise those killing eyes, 

And frown me to my grave. 



A Song. 

LOVE, fare thee well, 
Since no love can dwell 
In thee, that in hatred dost all excel. 

2. All Love is blind, 
Yet none more unkind, 

Than those that repay Love with a proud mind. 

3. Love 



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3. Love that's Divine, 

Is not Love like to mine, 

Since she doth laugh, when I do repine. 

Then gentle Love for Loves own sake, 
Sigh loving Soul, and break heart, break. 



A Song. 

1. TV /T ANY declare what torments there are 
IV A Yet none ever felt so much of despair 

No love can tell how high my griefs swell, 

O curs'd be the pride that reduced me to Hell. 

2. My heart is on fire, whilst I do admire 
That you with disdain requite my desire : 
All must cease, that my flames may increase, 
And curs'd be the pride that murther'd my peace. 



A Song at the Kifigs House. 

BRIGHT Celia, know 'twas not thine eyes 
Alone that first did me surprise ; 
The Gods use seldom to dispense 
To your Sex Beauty and Conscience : 



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If then they have made me untrue, 
The fault lies not in me, but you : 
Sure 'tis no crime to break a Vow, 
When we are first I know not how. 



2. You press me an unusual way, 
To make my Song my Love betray : 
Yet fear you'l turn it to a jest, 
And use me as y'ave done the rest 
Of those sad Captives which complain, 
Yet are enamour'd of their flame : 
And though they die for love of you, 
Dare neither love nor you pursue. 



3. If love be sin, why live you then 
To make so many guilty men ? 
Since 'tis not in the power of Art 
To make a Brest-plate for the heart : 
Since 'tis your eyes Love's Shafts convey 
Into our souls a secret way ; 
Where if once fixt, no Herb nor charm 
Can cure us of our inward harm. 



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A Song. 

i. A LL the flatteries of Fate, 
l\. And the glories of State, 
Are nothing so sweet as what Love doth create : 

If Love you deny 

'Tis time I should die ; 
Kind Death's a reprieve when you threaten to hate. 



2. In some shady Grove 

Will I wander and rove, 
With Philomel and the Disconsolate Dove : 

With a down-hanging wing 

Will I mournfully sing 
The Tragick events of Unfortunate Love. 



3. With our plaints we'l conspire 

For to heighten Loves fire, 
Still vanquishing life, till at last we expire : 

But when we are dead, 

In a cold leafy bed 
Be interr'd with the Dirge of this desolate Quire. 



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A Song at the Kings House. 

1. T OVE that is skrewM a pitch too high, 

I -j May speak, but with a squeeze will die : 
The solid Lover knows not how 
To play the Changeling with his Vow : 
Small sorrows may find vent, and break. 
Great ones will rather burst than speak. 
Such is my fortune when my Flora frowns. 
Not only me, but she the world will drown, 

2. Thus am I drench'd in misery, 
Yet hope she may be kind to me : 

I, but 'tis long first, could she but restrain 
Those kindnesses which I'd be glad to gain. 
She'l surely do't : if so, it shall be known 
I loVd her for her own sake, not my own. 
Thus will I live and die, and so will be 
Exemplary to all Posterity. 



A Song. 

A.T care I though the world reprove 
My bold, my over-daring love : 
Ignoble minds themselves exempt 
From int'rest in a brave attempt. 

c 2. The 



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2. The Eagle soaring to behold 
The Sun aray'd in flames of gold, 
Regards not though she burns her wings, 
Since that rich sight such pleasure brings. 

3. So feel I now my smiling thought 
To such a resolution brought, 

That it contemns all grief and smart, 
Since I so high have plac'd my heart. 

4. And if I die, some worthy Spirits 
To future times shall sing my merits, 
That easily did my life despise, 

Yet ne'r forsook my enterprise. 

5. Then shine bright Sun, and let me see, 
The glory of thy Majesty : 

I wish to die, so I may have 

Thy look, my death ; thine eye, my grave. 



A Song. 

1. T^\ URN and consume, burn wretched heart, 

1 J Unhappy in extremes thou art : 

If dying looks serve not thy turn, 

To say thy Beauty makes me burn, 

2. From 



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2. From thoughts innam'd pale colours fume 
Into my face, and it consume : 

O my poor heart, what charms thee so, 
That thy afflicted face lets know, 

3. Yet will not tell who murthers thee, 
But yet will still a Lover be : 

Who hides my Phenix eyes, that she 
Whom I adore thus cannot see, 

4. How I for her am made a prey 
To sorrow : and do pine away : 
O foolish custom and vile use, 
My silence now deserves no truce. 



A Song at the Dukes House. 

OFAIN would I before I die 
Bequeath to thee a Legacy ; 
^That thou maist say, when I am gone, 
None had my heart but thee alone : 
Had I as many hearts as hairs, 
As many lives as Lovers fears, 
As many lives as years have hours, 
They all and only should be yours. 
Dearest, before you condesend 

To entertain a bosom Friend. 

Be 



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Be sure you know your servant well, 

Before your liberty you sell : 

For love's a fire in young and old, 

Tis sometimes hot, and sometimes cold ; 

And men you know that when they please, 

They can be sick of Loves disease. 

Then wisely chuse a Friend that may 

Last for an age, and not a day ; 

Who loves thee not for lip or eye, 

But for thy mutual sympathy. 

Let such a Friend thy heart engage, 

For he will comfort thee in age, 

And kiss thy furrow'd wrinkled brow 

With as much joy as I do now. 



A Song called, And to each pretty Lass we will give 
a green Gown. 

i. r | ^HUS all our life long we are frolick and gay, 
A And instead of Court revels, we merrily play 
At Trap, at Rules, and at Barly-break run : 
At GofT, and at Foot-ball, and when we have done 
These innocent sports, we'l laugh and lie down, 
And to each pretty Lass 
We will give a green Gown. 

2. We 



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2. We teach our little Dogs to fetch and to carry : 
The Partridge, the Hare, the Pheasant's our Quarry : 
The nimble Sqirrils with cudgels we'l chase, 

x\nd the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass. 
And when we have done, &c. 

3. About the May-pole we dance all in a round, 
And with Garlands of Pinks and Roses are crown'd 
Our little kind tribute we chearfully pay 

To the gay Lord and the bright Lady o' th ; May. 
And when we have done, 6rc. 



A Song. 

1. /^\N the bank of a Brook as I sate fishing, 
V^/ Hid in the Oziers that grew on the side : 

I over-heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing, 
No time nor fortune their Love might divide. 
To Cupid and Venus each offer 1 da Vow, 
To love ever as they loifd now. 

2. O, said the Shepherd, and sigh'd, What a pleasure 
Is Love conceal'd betwixt Lovers alone ? 

Love must be secret, for like fairy treasure, 

When 'tis discovered, 'twill quickly be gone. 

For Envy and Jealousie, if it will stay, 

Would, alas soon make it decay. 

3. Then 



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3. Then let us leave this world and care behind us, 
Said the Nymph, smiling, and gave him her hand : 
All alone, all alone, where none shall find us, 
In some fair Desart wel seek a new Land. 

And there live from Envy and jalousie free, 
And a World to each other we'll be. 



A Song. 

1. f^ellamina, of my heart 

V y None shall e're bereave you : 

If by your good leave I may 
Quarrel with you once a day 
I will never leave you. 

2. Passion's but an empty name, 
Where respect is wanting ; 

Damon, you mistake your aim, 
Hang your heart, and dam your flame, 
If you must be ranting, 

3. Love as pale and muddy is, 
As decaying Liquor : 

Anger sets it on the Lees, 
And refines it by degrees, 

Till it works it quicker, 

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4. Love by anger to beget, 
Wisely you endeavour, 

With a grave Physician wit, 
Who to cure an ague fit, 

Puts me in a Feavour. 

5. Anger rowseth Love to fight, 
And its only bait is, 

Tis the guide to dull delight, 
And is but an eager bite 

When desire at height is. 

6. If such drops of heat do fall, 
In our wooing weather, 

If such drops of heat do fall, 
We shall have the Devil and all, 
When we come together. 



A Song at the Kings House. 

BENEATH a Mirtle shade, 
Which none but Love for happy Lovers made, 
I slept, and streight my Love before me brought 
Phillis, the object of my waking thought. 
Undrest she came, my flames to meet, 
Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
Flotvers, that so prest by her, became more sweet. 

2. From 



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2. From the bright Virgin's head, 

A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread : 
From her white Temple fell her shady hair, 
Like cloudy Sun-shine, not too brown nor fair, 
Her hands, her lips did love inspire, 
Her every Grace my heart did fire, 

But most her eyes, that languish with desire. 

3. Ah charming Fair, said I, 
How long can you my bliss deny ? 

By nature and by Love this lovely shade 
Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made 
Silence and shades with Love agree. 
Both shelter you and favour me : 

You cannot blush, because I cannot see. 

4. No, let me die, she said, 

Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid. 
Faintly methought she spoke ; for all the while 
She bid me not believe her, with a smile. 
Then die, said I : She still denied, 
And yet, Thus, thus she cr/d, 

You use a harmless Maid, and so she died. 

5. I wak'd, and straight I knew 

I lov'd so well, it made my dream prove true. 

Fancy the kinder Mistris of the two, 

I fancy I had done what Phillis would not do, 

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Ah cruel Nymph, cease your disdain, 
Whilst I can dream you scorn in vain, 

Asleep or waki?ig, I must ease my pai?i. 



The disconsolate Lover. 

1. A S I lay all alone on my bed slumbring, 
J~\ Thinking my restless soul to repose, 

All my thoughts they began then to be numbring 

Up her disdainings, the cause of my woes ; 
That so encreast my dolour and pain, 
I fear I never shall see her again : 

Which makes me sigh, and sobbing cry, 
O my Love, O my Love, for thee I die. 

2. When this fair cruel She I first saw praying 
Within the Temple unto her Saint, 

Then mine eyes every look my heart betraying, 
Which is the cause of my doleful complaint, 

That all my joys are quite fled and gone : 

And I in sorrow am now left alone : 

Which makes me sigh, and sobbing ay, 
O my Love, O my Love, for thee L die. 

3. Then farewel ev'ry thing that sounds like pleasure, 
And welcome Death the cure of my smart. 



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I deem'd first sight of her, I grasp'd a treasure ; 

But wo is me, it has broken my heart : 
For now my Passing-bell calls away, 
And I with her no longer must stay : 

Which makes me sigh, and sobbing cry, 
O my Love, O my Love, for thee L die. 



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The subtil and coy Girl. 

The Tune, Silvia tell me how long it will be. 

should my Celia now be coy, 
denying to yield me those Graces 
Which we did formerly both enjoy 

In our amorous mutual embraces ? 
She'l not give me a reason, 

But shews me a frown 
Is enough to destroy a poor Lover. 
Ah Celia, once I did think thee mine own, 
But now I my folly discover. 

2. Is it because I have been so kind 

At all times to feed thy desire 
In Presents and Treats, thou hast chang'd thy mind, 

And left me like Dun in the Mire ? 
Or else is't because thou dost 
Think my Estate 
Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav'ry ? 

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Know Celta, 'tis not so much out of date, 
To force me endure so much slav'ry. 

3. Or is't because thou wilt follow the mode, 

Since most are addicted to changing, 
Thou'dst only get thee a name abroad, 

I being more famous for ranging. 
Nay Celia, more this truth thou woo't find, 

I therefore advise thee be wary, 
When ever thou getst thee a Mate to thy mind, 

He'l play thee the same fagary. 



The Drawing of Valentines. 

The tune, Madams Jig. 

1. r I ^HERE was, and there was, 

X And I marry was there, 

A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together, 
And every Lad had his particular Lass there, 
And drawing of Valentines caused their 

Coming thither. 
Then Mr. John drew Mrs Jone first, Sir. 
And Mrs. Jone would fain a drawn John an' she 

Durst, Sir. 
So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next, Sir ; 
And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William, 

Was vex't, Sir. 

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2. They then did jumble all in the hat together, 
And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir 
But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather 
Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir : 
So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir : 
And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir : 
And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly, 
And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly. 



3. They all together then resolved to draw Sir, 
And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir ; 
But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir, 
And told 'em then they ne're should make an 

end Sir, 
So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely, 
And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly : 
But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily, 
And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily. 



4. Thus have you heard o' th' twelve that lately drew 

Sir, [Sir : 

How every one would fain their Friend have drawn 
And now there's left to draw but four o' th crew Sir, 
And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir. 
So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly, 
And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly : 
But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir. 
Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir. 

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3. And there is an end, and an end, and an end of my 

Song, Sir, 
Of Jonne and Jony, and William and Gillian too Sir, 
To Kester and Hester, and Harry and J/tfry belong Sir, 
Both Richard and Bridget, and Hugh, and honest *SW, 

Sir, 
But J%#y and ^2/7, and Thomas and Annis here, Sir, 
Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear 

Sir: 
Then ev^ry one i' th' Tavern cry amain Sir, 
And staid till drawing there had filled their brain, 

Sir. 



A late and true story of a furious Scold, served 
in her kind. 

The tune, Step stately. 

1. Tl J AS ever man so vex'd with a Trull, 

V V As I poor Anthony since I was wed, 
For I never can get my belly full, 

But before I have supp'd I must hasten to bed : 
Or else she'l begin to scold and to brawl, 

And to call me Puppy and Cuckold and all 
Yet she with her Cronies must trole it about, 
Whiles t I in my Kennel must snore it out. 

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2. I once did go to drink with a Friend, 
But she in a trice did fetch me away : 

We both but two pence a piece did spend, 

Yet it prov'd to me Execution day ; 
For she flew in my face, and call'd me fool, 

And comb'd my head with a three-legg'd stool : 
Nay, she furnisht my face with so many scratches, 

That for a whole month 'twas cover'd with patches. 

3. Whatever money I get in the day, 

To keep her in quiet I give her at night, 
Or else shall license her tongue to play 

For two or three hours just like a spright. 
Then to the Cupboard Pilgarlick must hie, 

To seek for some Crusts that have long lain dry : 
So I steep 'um in skim-milk until they are wet, 

And commonly this is the Supper I get. 

4. And once a month, for fashion sake, 
She gives me leave to come to her bed ; 

But most that time I must lie awake, 

Lest she in her fits should knock me o' th' head. 

But for the Bed I do lie on my self, 

You'd think 'twere as soft as an Oaken shelf; 

For the Tick is made of Hempen-hurds : 

And yet for all this I must give her good words. 

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5. We commonly both do piss in a Pan, 

But the Cullender once was set in the place : 
She then did take it up in her hand, 

And rlounc't it out on my stomach and face. 
I told her then she urin'd beside, 

But she ca^d me Rogue, and told me I lied, 
And swore it was not up to her thumb, 

Then threw she the pan in the middle of the room. 

6. Then a Maid that was my Sweet heart before 
Did come to the house to borrow a Pail : 

I kist her but once, and I thought on't no more, 
But she flew in her face with tooth and nail : 

But the Wench she stood to her, and claw'd her about, 
That for a whole fortnight she never stirr'd out ; 

For her eyes were so swell' d, and her face was so tore 
That I never saw Jade so mangled before. 

7. She then did bid me drop in her eyes 
A Sovereign Water sent her that day, 

But I had a Liquor I more did prize, 

Made of Henbane and Mercury steep'd in Whey : 
I dropt it in and nointed her face, 

Which brought her into a most Devilish case : 
For she tore and she ranted, and well she might ; 

For after that time she ne're had sight. 

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8. I then did get her a Dog and a Bell, 

To lead her about from place to place : 
And now 'tis, Husband, I hope you are well ; 

But before it was Cuckold and Rogue to my face ; 
Then blest be that Henbane and Meratry strong,. 

That made such, a change in my wives tongue.- 
You see 'tis a Medicine certain and sure, 

For the cure of a Scold, but I'le say no more.. 

A Song on the Declensions*. 
The tune Is, Shackle de hay.. 

MY Mistris she is fully known 
To all the five declensions,. 
She'l seize 'em singly one by one, 
To take their true Dimensions.. 
She ne'er declin'd yet any man, 

Yet they'l decline her now and then ? 
In spight of her Inventions. 

2. First Musa is her Mothers name, 

And hcec does still attend her i 
She is a hujus burley Dame, 

Though huic be but slender t 
Yet she'l have a home on every man, 
And hac him to do what he can,. 
Unless they do befriend her. 

3. Magi- 



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3. Magister was her Father too, 
And hie is still his man Sir, 

Nay films is her Son also. 

And Dominus her Grandsire : 
Nay Lueus, Agnus, and that Lamb-like crew, 
She'l call 'em tone's, I and hoe's 'em too. 
Do all that e*er they can Sir. 

4. Next she's to lapis very kind, 
As honest hie has sed Sir ; 

For she's to precious stones inclin'd 
Full long before she was wed Sir. 
Which made her Parents often say. 
That hie and heee both night and day, 

Was fore'd to watch her bed Sir. 

5. She beat poor manus with a Cane, 
Though he did often hand her 

From Whetstones-Park to Parkers-Lane, 

And was her constant Pandor. 
Yet give him mam busses when 
That she could get no other men, 

That he could not withstand her. 

6. 'Bout noon she'd with Meridies dine, 
And sup, and bed him too Sir : 

She'd make poor fades to her incline, 
In spight of all he could do Sir. 

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She day by day would dies pledge, 
Which set poor acies teeth an edge, 
And often made him spew Sir. 

7. Thus have I shew'd her Kindred here, 
And all her dear Relations, 

As Musa, Lapis, Magister, 
And all their antick fashions. 

Mei'idies, Manns, and Felix too 

Are happy that they never knew 
Any of all her stations. 



A Song of the three degrees of comparison. 
The tune, And His the Knave of Clubs bears all the sway, 

MY Mistris she loves Dignities, 
For she has taken three degrees : 
There's no comparison can be made 
With her in all her subtile Trade. 
She's positively known a Whore, 
And superlatively runs on score. 

2. And first I Positive her call, 
'Cause she'l be absolute in all : 
For She's to durus very hard, 
And with sad tristis often jarr'd: 

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Which happily made Felix say, 
Sweet dulcis carried all away. 



3. Next she's called Comparative, 
For she'l compare to any alive, 
For scolding, whoring, and the rest : 
Of the Illiberal Sciences in her breast 
She'l drink more hard than durior, 
Though he would harder drink before, 



4. Then she's called Superlative ; 
'Cause she'l her Pedigree derive, 
Not from Potens or Potentior, 
The Mighty, or the Mightier : . 
But from Potentissimus, 
Not bonus, melior, but Optimus. 



5. Thus have I shew'd my Mistress t'ye, 
And gradually in each degree : 
How shew is Positive to some, 
Comparative when others come, 
Superlative even over all, 
Yet underneath her self will fall. 

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The kind Husband, but imperious Wife. 
The first part of the Tune his, and the latter part her's. 

M 

i. T T yTIFE, prethee come give me thy hand now, 

V V And sit thee down by me : 
There's never a man in the Land now 
Shall be more loving to thee. 

W. 

2. I hate to sit by such a Drone, 
Thou liest like a Hog in my Bed : 

I had better a lain alone, 

For I still have my Maiden-head. 

M. 

3. Wife, what wouldst thou have me to do now, 
I think I have plaid the man, 

But if I were ruled by you now, 
You'd have me do more than I can. ' 

W. 

4. I make you do more than you can? 
You lie like a Fool God wot : 

When I thought to have found thee a man, 
I found thee a fumbling Sot. 

M. 



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M. 

5. Wife, prethee now leave off thy ranting, 
And let us both agree ; 

There's nothing else shall be wanting. 
If thou wilt be ruled by me. 
W. 

6. I will have a Coach and a man : 
And a Saddle-Horse to ride ; 

I also will have a Sedan, 

And a Footman to run by my side. 
M. 

7. Thou shalt have all this, my dear wife, 
And thou shalt bear the sway, 

And I'l provide thee good chear, wife, 

'Gainst thou com'st from the Park or a Play : 
W. 

8. I'll have every month a new Gown, 
And a Peticoat dy'd in grain, 

Of the modishest Silk in the Town, 
And a Page to hold up my Train. 
M. 

9. Thou shalt have this too, my sweet wife, 
If thou'dst contented be, 

Or any thing else that is meet wife } 
So that we may but agree. 
W. 

10. I will have a Gallant or two, 
And they shall be handsom men : 

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And I'll make you to know your Cue, 
When they come in and go out agen. 

M. 

1 1. Methinks a couple's to few, wife, 
Thou shalt have three or four, 

And yet I know thou'dst be true, wife, 
Although thou hadst half a score. 

W. 

12. I will have as many as I please, 
In spite of your teeth, you fool, 

And when I've the Pocky Disease, 
'Tis thou shall empty my stool. 

M. 

13. Why how now you brazen-fac'd Harlot, 
I'l make you to change your note, 

And if ever I find you snarl at 
My actions, I'l bang your Coat. 

14. Nay, I'l make you to wait, you Flaps, 
At table till I have dined, 

And I'll leave you nothing but scraps, 
Until I do find you more kind. 

W. 

1 5. Sweet Husband, I now cry Peccavt, 
You know we women are frail ; 

And for the ill words that I gave ye, 
Ask pardon, and hope to prevail. 



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For now I will lie at your foot, 
Desiring to kiss your hand : 

Nay cast off my Gallants to boot, 
And still be at your commnad. 



A Song at the Dukes House. 

1. TV Jf AKE ready, fair Lady, to night, 
J_ \ J_ And stand at the door below : 

For I will be there to receive you with care, 
And to your true love you shall go. 

2. And when the Stars twinkle so bright, 
Then down to the door will I creep, 

To my Love will I fly, ere the Jealous can spy. 
And leave my old Daddy asleep. 



A So?tg at the Kings House. 

1. r I ^O little or no purpose have I spent all my days 
X In ranging the Park, th' Exchange, & the Plays, 
Yet ne'r in my Ramble till now did I prove 
So happy, to meet with the man I could love. 

But O how Pm pleas' d when I think of the man 
That I find I must love, let ?ne do what I can ! 

2. How 



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2. How long I shall love him, I can no more tell, 
Than had I a Feaver, when I should be well : 
My Passion shall kill me before I will show it, 
And yet I would give all the world he did know it. 

But, O how I sigh, when I think, should he woo me, 
That I cannot deny what I know will undo met 



A Song, The Tune, Robin Rowser. 

MY Name is honest Harry, 
And I love little Mary : 
In spight of Cis, or jealous Bess, 
I'll have my own vagary. 

2. My Love is blithe and bucksome, 
And sweet and fine as can be : 

Fresh and gay as the flowers in May, 
And looks like Jackadandy. 

3. And if she will not have me, 
That am so true a Lover, 

I'l drink my Wine, and ne'r repine, 
And down the stairs I'l shove her. 

4. But if that she will love, 
I'l be as kind as may be ; 

I'l 



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I'l give her Rings and pretty things, 
And deck her like a Lady. 

5. Her Peticoat of Satin, 

Her Gown of Crimson Taby, 
Lac'd up before and spangled o're, 
Just like a Bartleinew Baby. 

6. Her Wastcoat is of Scarlet, 
With Ribbons tied together, 

Her Stockins of a bow-dy'd hue, 
And her Shoes of Spanish Leather. 

7. Her Smock o' th' finest Holland, 
And lac'd in every quarter : 

Side and wide, and long enough, 
And hangs below her garter. 

8. Then to the Church I'l have her, 
Where we will wed together : 

So come home when we have done, 
In spight of wind and weather : 

9. The Fidlers shall attend us, 

And first play, John come kiss me ; 
And when that we have dane'd a round, 
They shall play, Hit or miss me. 

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10. Then hey for little Mary, 
'Tis she I love alone Sir : 

Let any man do what he can, 
I will have her or none Sir. 



These following are to be understood two ways. 

I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail 
I saw a blazing Comet, drop down hail 
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round 
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground 
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale 
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale 
I saw a Venice Glass, sixteen foot deep 
I saw a Well, full of mens tears that weep,. 
I saw their Eyes, all in a flame of fire 
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher 
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night 
I saw the Man that saw this wondrous sight. 



On the Sea-fight with the Hollanders in the 
Rumps time. 

MY wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch, 
The English Fleet I all good fortune grutch, 

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May no storm toss Van Trump and his Sea-Forces, 
The Harp and Cross shall have my daily curses, 
Smile gentle Fates on the Dutch Admiral, 
Upon our States the Plagues of Egypt fall ; 
Attend all health the Cavaliering part, 
This Commonwealth I value not a fart. 

Thus I my wishes and my prayers divide 
Between the Rebels and the Regicide : 
Backwards and forwards thus I break my mind, 
And hope the Fates at last will be so kind, 
That the old Proverb may but wheel about, 
True men might have their own, now Knaves fall out. 



The Answer to Ask me no more whither doth stray. 

1. T 'LL tell you true whither doth stray 

JL The darkness which succeeds the day ; 
For Heavens vengeance did allow 
It still should frown upon your Brow. 

2. I'l tell you true where may be found 

A voice that's like the Screech-Owls sound : 
For in your false deriding throat 



It lies, and death is in its note. 



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3. I'l tell you true whither doth pass 
The smiling look seen in the glass 
For in your face't reflects and there 
False as your shadow doth appear. 

4. I'l tell you true whither are blown 
The angry wheels of Thistle-down : 
It flies into your mind, whose care 
Is to be light as Thistles are. 

5. I'l tell you true within what Nest 
The Cuckow lays her eggs to rest ; 
It is your Bosom, which can keep 
Nor him nor them : Farewel, I'l sleep. 



A Dialogue between William and Harry 
Riding on the Way. 

H. 

1. AT OBLE, lovely, virtuous Creature, 
1 \| Purposely so framed by nature, 

To inthral your servants wits. 

W. 

2. Time must now unite our hearts, 
Not for any my deserts, 

But because methinks it fits. 

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H. 

3. Dearest treasure of my thought, 
And yet wert thou to be bought, 

With my life, thou wert not dear. 

W. 

4. Secret comfort of my mind, 
Doubt no longer to be kind. 

But be so, and so appear. 

H. 

5. Give me love for love again, 
Let our loves be clear and plain, 

Heaven is fairest, when it is clearest 

W 

6. Lest in clouds and in deferring, 
We resemble Seamen erring, 

Farthest off when we are nearest 

H. 

7. Thus with numbers interchanged, 
William 's Muse and mine have ranged, 

Verse and Journy both are spent 

W 

8. And if Harry chance to say, 
That we well have spent the day, 

I for my part am content. 

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A Gentleman on his beautiful Mistress. 

i. "\ 7"0U meaner Beauties of the night, 

X That poorly satisfie our eyes . 
More by your number than your light, 
You common people of the skies, 

What are you when the Sun shall rise? 

2. You curious Chanters of the Wood, 
That warble forth Dame Natures Lays, 

Thinking your voices understood 

By their weak accents, What's your praise 
When Philomel her voice shall raise ? 

3. You Violets that first appear, 
By your purple Mantles known, 

Like the proud Virgins of the year, 
As if the Spring were all your own, 
What are you when the Rose is blown ? 

4. So when my Mistris shall be seen 
In form and beauty of her mind, 

She cannot less be than a Queen ; 
And I believe she was design'd 
T' eclipse the Glory of her kind. 



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A Description of the Spring. 

AND now all Nature seem'd in love, 
The lusty Sun began to move : 
Now Juyce did stir th' embracing Vines, 
And Birds had drawn their Valentines ; 
The jealous Trout that low did lie, 
Rose at a well-dissembled Flie ; 
Then stood my Friend with Patient skill, 
Attending of his trembling Quill. 
Already were the Eaves possest 
With the swift Pilgrims dawbed Nest ; 
The Groves already did rejoyce, 
In Philomel's triumphing voice ; 
The Showrs were short, the Weather mild, 
The Morning fresh, the Evening smil'd : 
yo-ne takes her neat rub'd Pail, and now 
She trips to meet the Sand-red Cow, 
Where for some sturdy Foot-ball Swain 
Jone stroaks a Syllabub or twain : 
The Fields and Gardens were beset 
With Tulip, Crocus, Violet • 
And now, though late, the modest Rose 
Did more than half a blush disclose : 
Thus all lookt gay, all full of chear, 
To welcom this new hVried Year. 

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On a Shepherd losing his Mistris. 

Tune, Amongst the Myrtles as I Walk'd. 

i. C^TAY Shepherd, prethee Shepherd stay : 

vZ} Didst thou not see her run this way ? 
Where may she be, canst thou not guess ? 
Alas ! I've lost my Shepherdess. 

2. I fear some Satyr has betray' d 
My pretty Lamb unto the shade : 
Then wo is me, for I'm undone, 
For in the shade she was my Sun. 

3. In Summer heat were she not seen, 
No solitary Vale was green : 

The blooming Hills, the downy Meads, 
Bear not a Flower but where she treads. 

4. Hush'd were the senseless Trees when she 
Sate but to keep them company : 

The silver streams were swell'd with pride, 
When she sate singing by their side. 

5. The Pink, the Cowslip, and the Rose, 
Strive to salute her where she goes ; 

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And then contend to kiss her Shoo, 
The Pancy and the Daizy too, 

6. But now I wander on the Plains, 
Forsake my home, and Fellow-Swains, 
And must for want of her, I see, 
Resolve to die in misery. 

7. For when I think to find my Love 
Within the bosom of a Grove, 
Methinks the Grove bids me forbear, 
And sighing says, She is not here. 

8. Next do I fly unto the Woods, 
Where Flora pranks her self with Buds, 
Thinking to find her there : But lo ! 
The Myrtles and the Shrubs say, No. 

9. Then what shall I unhappy do, 
Or whom shall I complain unto ? 
No, no, here I'm resolv'd to die, 
Welcome sweet Death and Destiny. 



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The Soldiers Resolution. 

ERE stands the man that for his Countreys good 
Has with couragious Arms in sweat and blood 

Ran 



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Ran through an Host of Pikes : He, he I was 

Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass, 

Kickt my black Stars, spum'd Balls of fire with scorn 

Like to a Foot-ball in a frosty morn ; 

Made Death to tremble, and have bid my Drum 

Beat a Defiance to the Cowardly scum. 

And shall I now like a Pedantick stand, 

Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand 

To base-born Peasants ? No, he's but a Worm 

That strikes his Top-sail to a little Storm. 

Here then I'l fix, that nothing shall controul 

The Resolutions of a Gallant Soul. 



On the Golden Cross in Cheapside. 

TWO Fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap, 
Says one, Methinks it is the rarest heap 
Of Stone that e're was built ; it ought, I see, 
One of the Wonders of the World to be, 

No, says the other, and began to swear, 
The Crosses of the World no Wonders are. 

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On a Pretender to Gentility, suspected to be a 
Highway-man. 

A GREAT Pretender to Gentility, 
Came to a Herald for his Pedigree : 
Beginning there to swagger, roar, and swear, 
ReqmYd to know what Arms he was to bear : 
The Herald knowing what he was, begun 
To rumble o'r his Heraldry ; which done, 
Told him he was a Gentleman of note, 
And that he had a very glorious Coat. 
Prethee, what is't ? quoth he, and here's your fees. 
Sir, says the Herald, 'tis two Rampant Trees, 
One Couchant ; add to give it further scope, 
A Ladder Passant, and a Pendant Rope : 
And for a grace unto your Blue-coat Sleeves, 
There is a Bird i' th' Crest that strangles Thieves. 



A Song. 

1. A BLITH and bonny Country Lass 
Jr\. Sate sighing on the tender Grass, 
And weeping said, will none come woo her ? 
A dapper Boy, a lither Swain, 
That had a mind her love to gain, 

With smiling looks straight came unto her. 

2. When 



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2. When as the wanton Girl espied 
The means to make her self a Bride, 

She simper'd much like bonny Nell. 
The Swain that saw her very kind, 
His Arms about her body twin'd, 

And said, Fair Lass, how fare ye, well ? 

3. The Country Lass said, Well forsooth, 
But that I have a longing tooth, 

A longing tooth, that makes me cry. 
Alas, says he, what gars thy grief ? 
A wound, says she, without relief, 

I fear that I a Maid shall die. 

4. If that be all, the Shepherd said, 
I'l make thee Wive it, gentle Maid, 

And so recure thy Malady : 
On which they kist, with many an Oath, 
And 'fore God Pan did plight their Troth ; 

So to the Church away they hie. 

5. And Jove send every pretty Peat, 
That fears to die of this conceit, 

So kind a Friend to help at last : 
Then Maids shall never long again, 
When they find ease for such a pain : 
. And thus my Roundelay is past. 



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A Song on Love. 

i. T F Love be Life, I long to die ; 

X Live they that list for me, 
And he that gains the most thereby, 

A fool at least shall be. 
But he that feels the sorest fits, 
Scapes with no less than loss of wits. 

Unhappy life they gain, which Love do entertain. 

2. In day by feigned Looks they live, 

By lying Dreams in night : 
Each frown a deadly wound doth give, 

Each smile a false delight. 
If t hap their Lady pleasant seem, 
It is for others love they deem : 

If void she seem of joy, disdain doth make her coy. 

4. Such is the peace that Lovers find, 

Such is the Life they lead, 
Blown here and there with every wind, 

Like Flowers in the Mead. 
Now war, now peace, then war again, 
Desire, despair, delight, disdain, 

Tlwugh dead, in midst of life; in peace, and yet at strife. 
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A Song. 

I SERVE Amynta whiter than the snow, 
Streighter than Cedar, brighter than the Glass, 
More fine in trip than foot of running Roe, 

More pleasant than the Field of flow'ring Grass ; 
More gladsom to my with'ring joys that fade, 
Than Winters Sun, or Summers cooling Shade. 



2. Sweeter than swelling Grape of ripest Vine, 
Softer than feathers of the fairest swan, 

Smoother than Jet, more stately than the Pine, 
Fresher than Poplar, smaller than my span, 

Clearer than Phoebus fiery pointed Beam, 

Or Icy Crust of Crystals frozen streams. 



3. Yet is she curster than the Bear by kind, 
And harder-hearted than the aged Oak : 

More glib than Oyl, more fickle than the Wind, 
More stiffthan steel, no sooner bent but broke. 

Lo thus my service is a lasting sore ; 

Yet will I serve, although I die therefore. 

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The Description of Love, in a Dialogue between two 
Shepherds, Will and Tom. 

Tom. 

1. O HEPHERD, what's Love, I prethee tell ? 

^ Will. 

It is that fountain and that Well 
Where Pleasure and Repentance dwell : 
It is perhaps that sauncing Bell 
That toles All-in to Heaven or Hell, 
And this is Love, as I heard tell. 

T. 

2. Yet what is Love, I prethee say ? 

W. 
It is a work on Holy-day : 
It is December match'd with May, 
When lusty Bloods in fresh array, 
Hear ten months after of their play ; 
And this is Love, as I hear say. 

T 

3. Yet what is Love, I pray be plain ? 

W. 
It is a Sun-shine mixt with Rain ; 
It is a Tooth-ach, or worse pain ; 
It is a Game, where none doth gain ; 
It is a thing turmoils the brain : 
And this is Love, as I hear sayen. 

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T. 

4. Yet Shepherd, what is Love, I pray ? 

W. 
It is a yea, it is a nay, 
A pretty kind of sporting fray ; 
It is a thing will soon away, 
For 'twill not long with any stay : 
And this is Love, as I hear say. 

T. 

5. Yet what is Love, good Shepherd show ? 

W. 
A thing that creeps, it cannot go ; 
A prize that passeth to and fro, 
A thing for one, a thing for moe, 
And he that loves shall find it so : 
And Shepherd, this is Love, I trow. 



A Song calPd Loves Lottery. 
At the Dukes House, 

RUN to Loves Lottery 7 , run Maids, and rejoice, 
Whilst seeking your chance, you meet your 
own Choice, 
And boast that your luck you helpt with design, 
By praying cross-legg'd to S. Valentine. 

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Hark, hark, a Prize is drawn, and Trumpets sound 

Tanta, ra, ra, Tanta, ra, ra, Tanta, ra, ra. 

Hark Maids, more Lots are drawn, Prizes abound ; 

Dub a dub, the Drum now beats, 

And dub, a dub, a dub, Echo repeats, 

As if the God of War had made 

Loves Queen a Skirmish for a Serenade. 

Haste, haste, fair Maids, and come away, 

The Priest attends, the Bridegrooms stay : 

Roses and Pinks will we strow where you go, 

Whilst I walk in Shades of Willow. 

When I am dead, let him that did slay me 

Be but so kind, so gentle to lay me 

There where neglected Lovers mourn, 

Where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn, 

Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing, 

Where sweetly Bells at Burials ring. 



On a Gentleman. 
Tune, My Freedom, which is all my Joy. 

i. TTJOOR Cloris wept, and from her eyes 
X The liquid tears came trickling down ; 

Such wealthy drops may well suffice, 
To be the ransom of a Crown : 

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And as she wept, she sigh'd, and said, 
Alas for me u?ihappy Maid, 
That by my folly, my folly am betray* d. 

2. When first these eyes, unhappy eyes, 
Met with the Author of my wo, 

Methoughts our Souls did sympathize, 

And it was death to say him no. 
He su'd, I granted ; O then befel 

My shame which I'me afraid to tell ! 

Ay me that I had never lotfd so well. 

3. O had I been so wise as not 

T' have yielded up my Virgin-Fort, 
My life had been without a blot, 

And dar'd the envy of Report ; 
But now my guilt hath made me be 

A scorn for time to point at me, 

As at the But and Mark of Misery. 

4. Here now in sorrow do I sit, 

And pensive thoughts possess my breast ! 
My silly heart with cares is split, 

And grief denies me wonted rest : 
Come then black night and screen me round, 

That I may never more be found, 

Unless in tears, in tears of sorrow drowrid. 

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On Men escaftd drowning in a Tempest. 

1. "F) OCKS, Shelves, and Sands, and all farevvel : 
Xx. Fie, who would dwell in such a Hell 

As is a Ship ; which drunk doth reel, 
Taking salt Healths from Deck to Keel. 

2. Up we are swallowed in wet graves, 
All sous'd in Waves, by Neptune's Slaves : 
What shall we do, being tost to Shore, 
Milk some blind Tavern, and there roar ? 

3. ; Tis brave, my Boys, to sail on Land ; 
For being well mann'd, we can cry, Stand : 
The Trade of pursing ne're shall fail, 
Until the Hangman crys, Strike Sail. 



On a great Heat in Egypt. 

I FORMERLY in Countreys oft have been 
Under the ^Equinoctial, where I've seen 
The Sun disperse such a prodigious Heat, 
That made our Sieve-like Skins to rain with Sweat : 
Men would have given for an Eclipse their lives, 
Or one whisper of Air : yet each man strives 

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To throw up grass, feathers, nay, women too, 

To find the Wind : all falls like Lead, none blew. 

The Dog-star spits new fires, till't come to pass, 

Each man became his neighbours Burning glass : 

Lean men did turn to ashes presently, 

Fat men did roast to lean anatomy : 

Young womens heat did get themselves with child 

For none but they themselves, themselves defil'd. 

Old women naturally to Witches turn'd, 

And only rubbing one another, burn'd : 

The Beasts were bak'd, skin turn'd to crust they say, 

And fishes in the River boil'd away : 

Birds in the air were roasted, and not burn'd ; 

For as they fell down, all the way they turn'd. 



On a mighty Rain. 

HEAVEN did not weep, but in its swelling eye 
Whole seas of Rheum and moist Catarhs did lie, 
Which so bespawl'd the lower world, men see 
Corn blasted, and the fruit of every Tree : 
Air was condens'd to water, 'gainst their wish, 
And all their Fowl were turn'd to flying Fish : 
Like Watermen they throng'd to ply a Fare, 
And thought it had been navigable air : 
Beasts lost their natural motion of each limb ; 
Forgot to go, with practising to swim. 



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A Trout now here, you would not think how soon 
Ta'ne ready drest for th' Empress of the Moon : 
The fixed Stars, though to our eyes were missing, 
We knew yet were, by their continual hissing. 
Women seem'd Maremaids, sailing with the wind, 
The greatest miracle was Fish behind : 
But men are all kept short against their wish, 
And could commit but the cold sin of Fish. 

The blunt Lover. 

MADAM, I cannot court your sprightly eyes 
With a Base-Viol plac'd betwixt my thighs : 
I cannot lisp, nor to the Guittar sing, 
And tire my brains with simple Sonnetting, 
I am not fashion'd for these amorous times, 
And cannot court you in lascivious Rhimes : 
Nor can I whine in puling Elegies, 
And at your feet lie begging from your eyes 
A gracious look : I cannot dance nor caper, 
Nor dally, swear, protest, lie, rant, and vaper, 
I cannot kiss your hand, play with your hair, 
And tell you that you only are most fair : 
I cannot cross my arms, nor cry, Ay me 
Poor forlorn man ! All this is foppery. 
Nor can I Masquerade, as th' fashion's now, 
No, no, My heart to these can never bow : 

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But what I can do, I shall tell you roundly, 
Hark in your ear ; By Jove I'le kiss you soundly. 



On a Watch lost in a Tavern. 

A Watch lost in a Tavern ! That's a Crime ; 
Then see how men by drinking lose their time. 
The Watch kept Time ; and if Time will away, 
I see no reason why the Watch should stay. 
You say the Key hung out, and you forgot to lock it, 
Time will not be kept pris'ner in a Pocket. 
Henceforth if you will keep your Watch, this do, 
Pocket your Watch, and watch your Pocket too. 



A Song, with the Latine to it. 

WHEN as the Nightingale chanted her Vesper, 
And the wild Forresters couch'd on the 
ground, 
Venus invited me in the Evenings whisper 
Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd, 
Where she before had sent her wishes complement, 
Which to her hearts content plaid with me on the 

Green : 
Never Mark Anthony dallied more wantonly 
With the fair Egyptian Queen. 

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The Latin. 

CANTU Luscinia somnum irritat, 
Salvi vagi sunt in Cubilibus : 
Hoc me silentio Venus i?ivitat, 

Ad viridarium fragrantius ; 
Ubi promiserat, qui mentem flexerat 
Gaudia te?nperat sic mihi solida. 
O nvn dux Amasius lusit beatius 

Cum Regina Nilotica. 



De Vino 6° Venere. 

DOTE neither on Women, nor on Wine, 
For to thy hurt they both alike incline : 
Venus thy strength, and Bacchus with his sweet 
And pleasant Grape debilitates the feet. 
Blind Love will blab what he in secret did, 
In giddy Wine there's nothing can be hid. 
Seditious wars oft Cupid hath begun, 
Bacchus to arms makes men in fury run : 
Venus (unjust) by horrid war lost Troy ; 
Bacchus by war the Lapiths did destroy. 
When thou with both or either are possest, 
Shame, honesty, and fear oft flies thy brest : 

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In fetters Venus keep, in gyves Bacchus tye, 
Lest by their free gifts they thee damnifie. 
Use Wine for thirst, Venus for lawful Seed ; 
To pass these limits, may thy danger breed. 



On Wine. 

HE that with Wine, Wine thinks t'expel, 
One ill would with another quell : 
A Trumpet, with a Trumpet drown : 
Or with the Cryer of the Town 
Still a loud man : Noise deaf with noise, 
Or to convert a Bawd, make choice 
Of a Pander : Pride with pride shame thus. 
Or put a Cook down by Calistratus ; 
Discord by discord think to ease, 
Or any man with scoffs appease : 
So War by Battel to restrain, 
And labour mitigate by pain : 
Commands a sudden peace between 
Two shrill Scolds in the height of spleen : 
By Drink to quench Drink is all one, 
As is by strife, strife to attone. 

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A Song called Hide-Park. 

The tune, 
Honour invites you to delights, 
Come to the Court, and be all made Knights. 

1. /'"^OME all you noble, you that are neat ones, 
\^ Hide-Park is now both fresh and green : 

Come all you Gallants that are great ones, 

And are desirous to be seen : 
Would you a Wife or Mistriss rare, 

Here are the best of England fair : 
Here you may chuse, also refuse, 

As you your judgments please to use. 

2. Come all you Courtiers in your neat fashions, 
Rich in your new unpaid-for silk : 

Come you brave Wenches, and court your stations. 

Here in the bushes the Maids do milk : 
Come then and revel, the Spring invites 

Beauty and youth for your delights, 
All that are fair, all that are rare, 

You shall have license to compare. 

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3. Here the great Ladies all of the Land are, 
Drawn with six Horses at the least : 

Here are all that of the Strand are, 

And to be seen now at the best. 
Westminster-Hall, who is of the Court, 

Unto his place doth now all resort : 
Both high and low here you may know, 

And .all do come themselves to shew. 

4. The Merchants wives that keep their Coaches, 
Here in the Park do take the air ; 

They go abroad to avoid reproaches, 
And hold themselves as Ladies fair : 

For whilst their Husbands gone are to trade 
Unto their ships by Sea or Land : 

Who will not say, why may not they 

Trade, like their own Husbands, in their own way. 

5. Here from the Countrey come the Girls flying 
For husbands, though of parts little worth : 

They at th' Exchange have been buying 
The last new fashion that came forth : 

And are desirous to have it seen, 
As if before it ne're had been : 

So you may see all that may be 
Had in the Town or Countrey. 

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6. Here come the Girls of the rich City. 

Aldermens daughters fair and proud, 
Their Jealous Mothers come t' invite ye, 

For fear they should be lost i' th' croud : 
Who for their breeding are taught to dance, 

Their birth and fortune to advance : 
And they will be as frolick and free, 

As you your self expect to see. 



To his coy Mistris. 

1. /^^OY one, I say, Be gone, 
\^_s My love-days now are done : 

Were thy Brow like Iv'ry free, 
Yet 'tis more black than Jet to me. 

2. Might thy hairy Tress compare 
With Daphne's sporting with the air, 
As it is worse fetter' d far 

Than th' knotty tuffs of Mandrakes are. 

3. Were there in thy squint eyes found 
True native sparks of Diamond ; 

As they are duller sure I am, 

Than th' Eye-Lamps of a dying man, 

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Were thy breath a Civet scent, 
Or some purer Element ; 
As there's none profess thee love, 
Can touch thy lips without a Glove. 

5. Were thy Nose of such a shape. 
As Nature could no better make ; 
As it is so skrewed in, 

It claims acquaintance with thy Chin. 

6. Were thy Breasts two rising Mounts, 
Those Ruby Nipples milky Founts, 

As these two so fairly move, 
They'd make a Lover freeze for love. 

7 Could thy pulse affection beat, 
Thy Palm a balmy moisture sweat ; 
As their active vigor's gone, 
Dry and cold as any stone. 

8. Were thy arms, legs, feet, and all, 
That we with modesty can call ; 
Nay, were they all of such a grace, 

As 't might be stil'd, Loves amorous place. 

9. As all these yield such weak delight, 
They'd fright a Bridegroom the first night : 

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And hold it a curse for to be sped 
Of such a fury in his bed. 

10. Could thine high improved state, 
Vye with the greatest Potentate : 
As in all their store I find 
Mole-hills to a noble mind. 

ii. Wert thou as rich in Beauties form, 
As thou art held in Natures scorn : 
I vow these should be none of mine, 
Because they are entitled thine. 



A Dialogue concerning Hair, between a Man 
and a Woman. 

M. 
i. A SK me no more why I do wear 
il My Hair so far below my ear : 
For the first Man that e're was made 
Did never know the Barbers Trade. 

W. 

2. Ask me no more where all the day 
The foolish Owl doth make her stay : 

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' Tis in your Locks ; for tak't from me, 
She thinks your hair an Ivy-tree. 



M. 

3. Tell me no more that length of hair 
Can make the visage seem less fair ; 
For howsoe'r my hair doth sit, 

I'm sure that yours comes short of it. 

W. 

4. Tell me no more men were long hair 
To chase away the colder air ; 

For by experience we may see 
Long hair will but a back friend be. 

M. 

5. Tell me no more that long hair can 
Argue deboistness in a man ; 

For 'tis Religious being inclin'd, 
To save the Temples from the wind. 

W. 

6. Ask me no more why Roarers wear 
Their hair extant below their ear ; 

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For having mortgag'd all their Land, 
They'd fain oblige the appearing Band. 

M. 

7. Ask me no more why hair may be 
The expression of Gentility : 

' Tis that which being largely grown, 
Derives its Gentry from the Crown. 

W. 

8. Ask me no more why grass being grown, 
With greedy Sickle is cut down, 

Till short and sweet : So ends my Song, 
Lest that long hair should grow too long. 



A Song. 

1. ^npHAT Beauty I ador'd before, 

X I now as much despise : 
'Tis Money only makes the Whore : 

She that for love with her Crony lies, 
Is chaste : But thafs the Whore that kisses for prize. 

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2. Let Jove with Gold his Danae woo, 
It shall be no rule for me : 

Nay, 't may be I may do so too, 

When I'me as old as he. 
Till then Fie never hire the thing that's free. 

3. If Coin must your affection Imp, 
Pray get some other Friend : 

My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp, 

I never that intend, 
Yet can be noble too, if I see they mend. 

4. Since Loving was a Liberal Art, 
How canst thou trade for gain ? 

The pleasure is on your part, 

' Tis we Men take the pain : 
And being so, must Women have the gain ? 

5. No, no, rie never farm your Bed, 
Nor your Smock-Tenant be : 

I hate to rent your white and red, 

You shall not let your Love to me : 
/ ccncrt a Mistris, not a Landlady. 

6. A Pox take him that first set up, 
Th' Excise of Flesh and Skin : 



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And since it will no better be, 

Let's both to kiss begin ; 
To kiss freely : if not, you ?nay go spin. 



The Careless Swain. 

i. T S she gone? let her go ; faith Boys, I care not, 

X I'l not sue after her, I dare not, I dare not. 
Though she 'as more Land than I by many an Acre, 
I have plow'd in her ground, who will may take hen 

2. She is a witty one, and she is fair too; 

She must have all the Land that she is Heir too : 

But as for Free Land she has not any, 

For hers is Lammas ground, common to many, 

3. Were it in Several, 'twere a great favour, 

It might be an inriching to him that shall have her : 
But hers is common ground, and without bounding, 
You may graze in her ground, and fear no pounding. 

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A Catch for three Voices. 

A CK, Will and Tom are ye come, 
I think there is mirth in your faces : 

How glad I'm to see such Lads all agree 
In tunes and time, and graces. 



A Song. 

i. /^^HLORIS, when I to thee present 
V^/ The cause of all my discontent ; 
And shew that all the wealth that can 
Flow from this little world of man, 
Is nought but Constancy and Love, 
Why will you other objects prove ? 

2. O do not cozen your desires 
With common and mechanick fires : 
That picture which you see in gold, 
In every Shop is to be sold, 

And Diamonds of richest prize 
Men only value with their eyes. 

3. But look upon my loyal heart, 
That knows to value every part : 

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And loves thy hidden virtue more 
Than outward shape, which fools adore : 
In that you'l all the treasures find 
That can content a noble mind. 



The forsaken Maid, A Song. 

1. AT OR Love, nor Fate dare I accuse, 
1 \| For that my Love doth me refuse : 

But O mine own unworthiness, 
That durst presume so great a bliss ! 
Too miekle 'twere for me to love 
A man so like the Gods above, 
With Angels face, and Saint-like voice, 
Tis too Divine for Humane choice. 

2. But had I wisely given mine heart, 
For to have lov'd him but in part : 
As only to enjoy his face. 

Or any one peculiar Grace ; 
As foot, or hand, or lip, or eye : 
Then had I liv'd where now I die. 
But I presuming all to chuse, 
Am now condemned all to lose. 

3. You Rural Gods that guard the Swains, 
And punish all unjust disdains ; 

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O do not censure him for this, 

It was my error, and not his. 

This only boon of you Fie crave, 

To fix these Lines upon my Grave : 
Like Icarus, I soared too high, 
For which offence I pine, I die. 

On a Precise Taylor. 

A Taylor, but a man of upright dealing, 
True, but for lying ; honest, but for stealing ; 
Did fall one day extremely sick by chance, 
And on a sudden fell in a wondrous Trance : 
The Fiends of Hell must'ring in fearful manner, 
Of sundry colour'd Silks display^ a Banner 
Which he had stoln ; and wish'd, as they did tell, 
That he might one day find it all in Hell. 
The man affrighted at this Apparition, 
Upon Recovery grew a great Precisian ; 
He bought a Bible of the new Translation, 
And in his Life he shew'd great Reformation : 
He wahVd demurely, and he talked meekly, 
He heard two Lectures, and two Sermons weekly : 
He vow'd to shun all Company unruly, 
And in his speech he us'd no Oath but Truly : 
And zealously to help the Sabbaths Rest, 
The Meat for that day on the Eve was drest : 

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And lest the custom that he had to steal, 

Might cause him sometimes to forget his zeal, 

He gives his Journey-man a special charge, 

That if the Stuff allowed fell out to large, 

And that to filch his fingers were inclin'd, 

He then should put the Banner in his mind. 

This done, I scarce can tell the rest for laughter, 

A Captain of a Ship came three days after, 

And bought three yards of Velvet & three quarters. 

To make his Vest so large to hang below his garters. 

He that precisely knew what was enough, 

Soon slipt away a quarter of the Stuff : 

His man espying it, said in derision, 

Remember, Master, how you saw the Vision. 

Peace, Fool, quoth he, I did not see one rag 

Of such like colour'd Stuff within the Flag. 



The Scotch Girls Complaint for an Englishmans going 

away, when my Lord Monk came 

for England. 

1. T LL tide this cruel Peace that hath gain'd a War 
JL on me, 

I never fancied Laddy till I saw mine Enemy : 
O methoughts he was the blithest one 
That e're I set mine eyes upon : 

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Well might have fool'd a wiser one, 

As he did me : 
He look'd so pretty, and talk'd so witty, 

None could deny, 
But needs must yield the Fort up, 

Gude faith, and so did I. 

2. Tantara went the Trumpets, and strait we were 

in Arms, 
We dreaded no Invasions, Embraces were our 

Charms. 
As we close to one another sit, 
Did according to our Mothers wit, 
But hardly now can smother it, 

It will be known, 
Alack and welly, sick back and belly, 

Never was Maid, 
A Soldier is a coming, though young, 

Makes me afraid. 

3. To England bear this Sonnet, direct it unto none, 
But to the brave Monk-Heroes, both sigh and singing 

moan : 
Some there are perhaps will take my part, 
At his bosom Cupid shake his dart, 
That from me he ne'r may part, 

That is mine own : 

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O maist thou never wear Bow and Quiver, 

Till I may see 
Once more the happy feature 

Of my lov'd Enemy. 



On Fairford curious Church- Windows, which scaftd 
the War and the Puritan. 

TELL me, you Anti-Saints, why Glass 
To you is longer liv'd than Brass ; 
And why the Saints have scap'd their falls 
Better on Windows than on Walls ? 
Is it because the Brothers fires 
Maintain a -Glass-house at Blackfriers ? 
Next, why the Church stands North and South, 
And East and West the Preachers mouth ? 
Or is't because such painted ware 
Resembles something what you are ? 
So pied, so seeming, so unsound 
In Doctrine and in Manners found, 
That out of Emblematick wit 
You spare your selves in sparing it ? 
If it be so, then Fairford boast, 
Thy Church hath kept what all hath lost : 
It is preserved from the bane 
Of either War or Puritan ; 

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Whose Life is coloured in thy Paint, 
The inside Dross, but outside Saint 



The Soldiers praise of a Lowse. 

i. T ~% TILL you please to hear a new Ditty,, 

V V In praise of a six-footed Creature : 
She lives both in Countrey and City, 
She's woundrous loving by nature- 

2. She'l proffer her service to any, 
She'l stick close but she will prevail i 

She is entertained by many, 
Till death no Master she'l fail 

3. Your rich men she cannot endure* 
. Nor can she your shifter abide : 

But still she sticks close to the poor,, 
Though often they claw her hide. 

4. The non-suited man she'l woo him* 
Or any good fellows that lack : 

She will be as nigh a friend to him 
As the shirt that sticks to his back. 

■5. Your neat Landress she perfectly hates, 
And those that do set her awork 1 

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And still in foul Linen delights, 

That she in the seams on't may lurk. 

6. Corruption she draws like a Horse-leech, 
Being big, she grows a great breeder : 

At night she goes home to her Cottage, 
And in the day is a devillish feeder. 

7. To Commanders and Soldiers in purging 
I'm sure her Receipts are good : 

For she saves them the charge of a Surgeon 
In sucking and letting of blood. 

8. She'l venture in a Battel as far 
As any Commander that goes : 

She'l play Jack a both sides in war, 
And cares not a_.pin for her foes. 

9. She's always shot-free in fight, 
To kill her no Sword will prevail : 

And if took Prisoner by flight, 

She's crush'd to death with a Nail. 

10. From her and her breed Jove defend us 
For her company we have had store : 

Let her go to the Court and the Gentry, 
And trouble poor Soldiers no more. 

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A Song. 

i T% T ETHOUGHT the other night 
1 Vi I saw a pretty sight 

That mov'd me much : 
A fair and comely Maid 
Not squeamish nor afraid 

To let me touch. 
Our lips most sweetly kissing 
Each other never missing : 
Her smiling look did shew content, 
That she did nought but what she meant. 

2. And as our lips did move, 
The Echo still was Love, 

Love, love me sweet. 
Then with a Maiden blush, 
Instead of crying Push, 

Our lips did meet : 
With Musick sweet by sounding, 
And Pleasures all abounding, 
We kept the Burden of the Song, 
Which was, That Love should take no wrong. 

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A Song. 

1. /^\ My dearest, I shall grieve thee 
V^/ When I swear, yet Sweet believe me. 

By thine eye, that Crystal Book 
In which all crabbed old men look, 
I swear to thee, though none abhor them, 
Yet I do not love thee for them. 

2. I do not love thee for that fair 
Rich Fan of thy most curious Hair : 
Though the wires thereof are drawn 
Finer than the threds of Lawn, 
And are softer than the sleeves 
Which the subtil Spinner weaves. 

3. I do not love thee for those flowers 
Growing on thy Cheeks, Loves Bowers ; 
Though such cunning them hath spread, 
None can part their white and red : 
Loves golden Arrows there are shot, 
Yet for them I love thee not. 

4. I do not love thee for those soft 
Red Coral Lips Fve kist so oft, 



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Nor teeth of Pearl, though double rear'd 
To speech, where Musick still is heard, 
Though from thence a kiss being taken, 
Would Tyrants melt, and death awaken. 

5. I do not love thee, O my Fairest, 
For that richest, for that rarest 
Silver Pillar which stands under 

Thy lovely Head, that Glass of wonder : 
Though thy Neck be whiter far 
Than Towers of polish' d Ivory are. 

6. Nor do I love thee for those Mountains 
Hid with Snow, whence Nectar Fountains 
Sug'red sweet, and Syrup-berry, 

Must one day run through Pipes of Cherry 
O how much those Breasts do move me ! 
Yet for these I do not love thee. 



7. I do not love thee for thy Palm, 
Though the dew thereof be Balm : 
Nor thy curious Leg and Foot, 
Although it be a precious Root 
Whereon this stately Cedar grows : 
Sweet I love thee not for those. 



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8. Nor for thy wit so pure and quick, 
Whose substance no Arithmetick 

Can number down : Nor for the charms 
Thou mak'st with embracing arms ; 

Though in them one night to lie, 

Dearest I would gladly die. 

9. I love the not for eyes nor hair, 
Nor lips, nor teeth that are so rare ; 
Nor for thy neck, nor for thy breasts, 
Nor for thy belly, nor the rest : 

Nor for thy hand, nor foot, nor small, 
But would' st thou know, dear sweet, for alL 



An old Song on the Spanish Armado, 

1. O OME years of late in eighty eight, 

w3 As I do well remember, 
It was some say, nineteenth of May, 
And some say in September, 
And some say in September. 

The Spanish train, lanch'd forth amain, 

With many a fine bravado 
Their (as they thought) but it proved not, 
Invincible Armado, 
Invincible Armado, 

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3. There was a little man that dwelt in Spain, 

Who shot well in a Gun a, 
Don Pedro hight, as black a wight 

As the Knight of the Sun a, 
As the Knight of the Sun a. 



4. King Philip made him Admiral, 
And bid him not to stay a 

But to destroy, both man and boy, 
And so to come away a, 
And so to come away a. 



5. Their Navy was well victualled 

With Bisket, Pease, and Bacon, 
They brought two Ships, well fraught with Whips, 

But I think they were mistaken, 
But I think they were mistaken. 



6. There men were young, Munition strong, 

And to do us more harm a, 
They thought it meet, to joyn their Fleet, 
All with the Prince of Parma, 
All with the Prince of Parma. 

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7. They coasted round about our Land, 

And so came in by Dover : 
But we had men set on 'um then, 

And threw the Rascals over, 
And threw the Rascals over. 



S. The Queen was then at Tilbury, 
What could me more desire a, 

And Sir Francis Drake for her sweet sake, 
Did set them all on fire a, 
Did set them all on fire a. 



9. Then strait they fled by Sea and Land, 
That one man kill'd threescore a ; 

And had not they all ran away, 
In truth he had kill'd more a, 
In truth he had kilVd more a. 



10. Then let them neither brag nor boast, 

But if they come agen a, 
Let them take heed, they do not speed. 
As they did you know when a, 
As they did you know when a. 

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The Loyal Prisoner. 

i. V) EAT on proud Billows, Boreas blow, 

±_j Swell curled waves high as Joves roof : 
Your incivility shall show, 

That innocence is Tempest proof : 
Though furious Nero's frown, my thoughts are calm, 
Then strike affliction, for your wounds are balm. 

2. That which the world miscalls a Jail, 
A private Closet is to me, 

Whilst a good Conscience is my bail, 

And innocence my liberty : 
Locks, Bars, and Solitude together met, 
Makes me no Prisoner, but an Anchoret. 

3. And whilst I wish to be retir'd 
Into this private room was turn'd ; 

As if their wisdoms had conspired 

The Sallamander should be burn'd : 
Or like those Sophies, which would drown a fish, 
I am condemiHd to suffer what I wish. 

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4. The Cynick hugs his poverty, 
The Pellican her Wilderness : 

And 'tis the Indians pride to be 

Naked on frozen Caucasus, 
Contentment cannot smart, Stoicks we see, 
Make torments easie to their Apathie, 

5. I'm in this Cabinet lock'd up, 
Like some high prized Margerite: 

Or like some great Mogul or Pope, 

Am cloister' d up from publick, sight : 
Reth'edness is a piece of Majesty ; 
Afid thus proud Sultan, Pm as great as thee, 

6. These Manicles about my arms, 
I as my Mistris Favours wear : 

And for to keep my ankles warm, 

I have some iron Shackles there : 
These walls are but my Garrison, my Cell, 
What men call Jail, doth prove my Cittadel 

7. So he that stroke at Jasons life, 
Thinking to have made his purpose sure, 

With a malicious friendly knife, 
Was only wounded to a cure. 
Malice, I see, wants wit ; for what is meant 
Mischief oft-times proves favours by tJi event 

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8. What though I cannot see my King, 
Neither in's Person, nor his Coin : 

Yet Contemplation is a thing 

Which renders what I have not mine : 

My Ki7ig from me what Adamants can part, 

Whom I do wear engraven on my heart ? 



9. Have you not seen the Nightingale 
A pris'ner like, coop'd in a Cage ? 

How she doth chaunt her wonted tale, 
In that her narrow Hermitage ? 

Even then her Melody doth plainly prove, 

That her Boughs ai'e Trees, her Cage a Grove. 



10. I am that Bird whom they combine 

Thus to deprive of liberty : 
Although they see my Corps confm'd, 

Yet maugre hate, my soul is free. 
Although Pm mew'd, yet I can chirp and sing, 
Disgrace to Rebels, Glory to my King. 

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On his first Love. 

MY first Love whom all beauty did adorn, 
Firing my heart, supprest it with her scorn, 
And since like Tinder in my breast it lies, 
By every sparkle made a Sacrifice : 
Each wanton eye, now kindles my desire, 
And that is now to all, which was intire : 
For now my wanton thoughts are not confin'd 
Unto a woman, but to woman kind : 
This for her shape I love, that for her face, 
This for her gesture, or some other grace : 
And sometimes when I none of these can find, 
I chuse them by the kernel, not the rind ; 
And so do hope, though my chief hope be gone, 
To find in many what I lost in one. 
She is in fault which caus'd me first to stray, 
Needs must he wander which hath lost his way : 
Guiltless I am, she did this change provoke, 
And made that Charcoal, which at first was Oak : 
For as a Looking-glass to the aspect, 
Whilst it is whole, doth but one face reflect ; 
But crack'd and broken in pieces, there are shown 
Many false faces where first was but one : 
So love into my heart did first prefer 
Her Image, and there planted none but her : 

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But when 'twas crack' d and martyr'd by her scorn, 
Many less faces in her seat were born : 
Thus like to Tinder, I am prone to catch 
Each falling sparkle, fit for any match. 



On Ms Mistriss goi?ig to Sea. 

FAREWEL, fair Saint, may not the seas and wind 
Swell like the heart and eyes you left behind : 
But calm and gentle, like the looks they bear, 
Smile in your face, and whisper in your ear : 
Let no foul billow offer to arise, 
That it might nearer look upon your eyes ; 
Lest Wind and Waves enamour'd with such form, 
Should throng and crowd themselves into a storm. 
But if it be your fate, vast Seas, to love, 
Of my becalmed heart learn how to move : 
Move then but in a gentle Lovers pace, 
No wrinckles, nor no furrows in your face ; 
And you fierce winds, see that you tell your tale 
In such a breath as may but fill her sail : 
So while you court her each a several way, 
You will her safely to her Port convey, 
And lose her in a noble way of wooing, 
Whilst both contribute to her own undoing. 

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On a Blush. 

STAY lusty blood, where wilt thou seek 
So blest a place as in her cheek ? 
How canst thou from that cheek retire, 
Where vertue doth command desire ? 
But if thou canst not stay, then flow 
Down to her panting paps below ; 
Flow like a Deluge from her breasts, 
Where Venus Swans have built their Nests ; 
And so take glory to bestain 
With azure blew each swelling Vein : 
Then boiling, run through every part, 
Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart : 
And if from love it would retire, 
Then Martyr it with gentle fire : 
And having search'd each secret place, 
Fly thou back into her face : 
Where live thou blest in changing those 
White Lillies to a ruddy Rose. 

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In praise of a Mask. 

THERE is not half so warm a fire 
In fruition as desire : 
When we have got the fruit of pain, 
Possession makes us poor again. 
Expected form and shape unknown, 
Whets and makes sharp temptation : 
Sense is too nigardly for bliss, 
And daily pays us with what is. 
But ignorance doth give us all 
That can within her brightness fall : 
Veil therefore still, whilst I divine 
The riches of that hidden Mine ; 
And make imagination tell 
All wealth that can in beauty dwell. 
Thus the highly valu'd Oar, 
Earths dark Exchequer keeps in store : 
And search'd in secret, only quits 
The travel of the hands and wits ; 
Who dares to ransack all the hoards, 
That Natures privy Purse affords. 
Our eye the apprehensions Thief, 
Blinds our unlimited belief. 
When we see all, we nothing see, 
Disclosure may prove Robbery. 



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For if you shine not, fairest, being shown, 
I pick a Cabinet for a Bristol Stone. 



Excuse for Absence. 

YOU'L ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay, 
Loving so much, so long away ? 
Do not think 'twas I did part ; 
It was my body, not my heart : 
For, like a Compass, in your love 
One Foot is fixt that cannot move : 
To' other may follow the blind guide 
Of giddy Fortune, but not slide 
Beyond your Service ; nor dares venture 
To wander far from you the Center. 

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To his Mistris. 

KEEP on your Mask, and hide your eye, 
For with beholding it I die, 
Your fatal Beauty, Gorgon-Y\ke, 
Dead with astonishment doth strike : 
Your piercing eyes, if them I see, 
Are worse than Basilisks to me. 
Shut from mine eyes those hills of Snow, 
Their melting Valley do not show; 
Those Azure paths lead to despair. 
O vex me not, forbear, forbear : 
For whilst I thus in torment dwell, 
The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell. 
Your dainty voice, and warbling breath, 
Sound like a Sentence past for death : 
Your dangling Tresses are become 
The instruments of final doom ; 
G if an Angel torture so 
When life is done, what shall I do ? 

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To his Mistris. 

I'LL tell you how the Rose did first grow red, 
And whence the Lilly whiteness borrowed : 
You blush' d, and then the Rose with red was dight 
The Lilly kist your hand, and so came white. 
Before that time each Rose had but a stain, 
The Lilly nought but paleness did contain : 
You have the native colour, those the dye, 
They flourish onely in your eye. 



HIC jacet John Shorthose 
Sine hose, sine shooes, sine breeches, 
Qui fuit dum vixit, sine goods, 
Sine lands, si?ie riches. 

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On his Mistiis. 

IS she not wondrous fair ? O but I see 
She is so much too sweet, too fair for me, 
That I forget my flames, and every fire 
Hath taught me not to love, but to admire : 
Just like the Sun, methinks I see her face, 
Which I should gaze on still, but not embrace ; 
For 'tis Heavens pleasure that she should be sent 
As pure to Heaven again, as she was lent 
To us : And bid us, as we hope for bliss, 
Not to profane her with a mortal kiss. 
Then how cold grows my Love, and I how hot ? 
O how I love her, how I love her not ! 
So doth my Ague-love torment by turns, 
And now it freezeth, now again it burns. 



A Sigh. 

GO thou gentle whisp'ring Wind, 
Bear this Sigh, and if you find 
Where my cruel Fair doth rest, 
Cast it in her snowy Breast : 

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The sweet Kisses thou shalt gain, 
Will reward thee for thy pain. 
Taste her lips, and then confess, 
If Arabia doth possess 
Or the Hybla honour'd hill, 
Sweets like those that there distil. 
Having got so, with a fee 
Do another boon for me : 
Thou canst with thy powerful blast 
Heat apace, and cool as fast : 
Then for pity either stir 
Up the fire of Love in her, 
That alike both flames may shine, 
Or else quite extinguish mine. 



To a spruce and very finely decked Lady. 

2. ^^ TILL to be neat, still to be drest, 
vZ? As if you were going to a feast : 
Still to be powder 5 d, still perfum'd, 
Lady, it is to be presum'd, 
Though Arts hid causes are not found, 
All is not sweet, all is not sound. 

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2. Give me a look, give me a face, 
That makes simplicity a grace ; 
Robes largely flowing, hairs as free ; 
Such sweet neglect more taketh me 
Than all th' Adulteries of Art : 
They please my eye, but not my heart. 



The Good Fellows Song. 

i. A S we went wandring all the night, 

JTjL The Brewers Dog our brains did bite, 
Our Heads grew heavy, and our Heels grew light, 

And we like our humour well boys, 

And we like our humour well. 

2. Our Hostess then bid us pay her Score, 

We call'd her Whore, and we paid her no more, 
And we kick'd our Hostess out of the door, 

And we like our humour well boys, 

And we like our humour well. 

3. And as we went wandring in the Street, 
We trod the Kennels under our feet, 
And fought with every Post we did meet, 

And we like our humour well boys, 
And we like our humour well. 



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The Constable then with his staff and band, 

He bid us if we were men to stand, 

We told him he bid us do more than we can, 

And we like our humour well boys, 

And we like our humour well 

5. Our Hostesses Cellar it is our bed, 

Upon the Barrels we lay our head, 

The night is our own, for the Devil is dead, 

And we like our humour well boys, 

And we like our humour ivelL 



Upon Fasting, 

THE poor man fasts, because he has no meat ; 
The sick man fasts because he cannot eat : 
The Userer fasts, to encrease his store : 
The Glutton fasts, 'cause he can eat no more ; 
The Hypocrite, because he'd be commended : 
The Saints do fast, because they have offended. 

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ONE wish'd me to a Wife that's fair and young, 
That hath French, Spanish, and Italian tongue 
I thank'd him, but yet I'l have none of such ; 
For I think one tongue for a Maid's too much : 
What, love you not the Learned ? yes as my life, 
The learned Scholar, but the unlearned Wife. 



On a Lover that would not be beloved again. 

DISDAIN me still, that I may ever love, 
For who his love enjoys, can love no more : 
The War once past, with peace men cowards prove, 

The ships return'd do rot upon the shore, 
Then frown though I say thou art most fair, 
And still I love thee, though I still despair . 

As heat to life, so is desire to love, [done : 

For these once quench' d, both life and love are 

Let not my sighs and tears thy virtue move 
Like basest Metal do not melt so soon, 

Laugh at my woes, although I ever mourn, 

Love surfeits with rewards, his Nurse is scorn. 



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A Riwal Song. 

i. ^^OME Lads and Lasses, each one that passes, 
V_^ Dance a round on the ground 

Whilst green the grass is. 
For if you'l ever, with mirth endeavour 
With heart and voice, rejoyce, 

Come now or never : 
For the blind Boy Love was caught and betrayed 
In the Trap that was laid 

For the poor silly Maid. 

2. Now here, now yonder, with Goose and Gander, 
With your Ducks, Hens, and Cocks, 

Safe may you wander, 
Securely may you go, to the Market to and fro, 
John and Jone all arow, 

And never fear the foe, 
For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray d 
In the Trap that was laid 

For the poor silly Maid. 

3. Sweetest come hither, let us thither, 
Where we'l court, and there sport 

Freely together. 

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We'l enjoy kisses, with other blisses, 
So come home, when we have done, 

And none shall miss us. 
For the blind Boy Love was caught and betrayed 
In the Trap that was laid, 

For the poor silly Maid. 

4. Over yon Bower, Jove seems to lowre, 
As he meant/to prevent 

Our happiest hour : 
But the times treasure, giving us leasure 
In spight of Jove, for to prove 

Our chiefest pleasure. 
For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray' d 
In the Trap that was laid, 

For the poor silly Maid. 



A Scotch Song, called Gilderoy. 

1. T I TAS ever grief so great as mine, 

V V Then speak dear Beam, I prethee, 
That thus must leave my Gilderoy, 
O my Benison gang with thee. 

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Good speed be with you then Sir, she said, 

For gone is all my joy : 
And gone is he whom I love best, 

My handsom Gilderoy. 

2. In muckle joy we spent our time 

Till we were both fifteen, 
Then wantonly he ligg'd me down, 

And amongst the Brakes so green. 
When he had done what man could do, 

He rose up and gang'd his way : 
I gate my Goon, and I followed him, 

My handsom Gilderoy. 

2. Now Gilderoy was a bonny Boy, 

Would needs to 'th King be gone, 
With his silken Garters on his legs, 

And the Roses on his shoone : 
But better he had staid at home 

With me his only joy, 
For on a Gallow-tree they hung 

My handsom Gilderoy. 

4. When they had ta'ne this lad so strong, 
Gude Lord how sore they bound him, 

They carried him to EdenU rough Town, 
And there God wot they hung him : 

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They knit him fast above the rest, 

And I lost my only joy, 
For evermore my Benison 

Gang with my Gilderoy. 

5. Wo worth that man that made those Laws, 

To hang a man for genee, 
For neither stealing Ox nor Ass, 

Or bony Horse or Meere : 
Had not their Laws a bin so strict, 

I might have got my joy : 
And ne'r had need tull a wat my cheek 

For my dear Gilderoy. 



A Song to his Mistris. 

1. T WILL not do a Sacrifice 

X To thy face or to thy eyes : 
Nor unto thy Lilly palm, 
Nor thy breath that wounding balm 
But the part to which my heart 

In v6ws is seal'd, 
Is that Mine of Bliss Divine 

Which is conceal'd. 



2. What 



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2. What's the Golden fruit to me, 
If I may not pluck the Tree : 
Bare enjoying all the rest, 
Is but like a golden Feast, 
Which at need can never feed 

Our love-sick wishes : 
Let me eat substantial meat, 

Not view the dishes. 



The Advice. 

PHYLLIS for shame, let us improve 
A thousand several ways, 
These few short minutes stoln by love 
From many tedious days. 

Whilst you want courage to despise 

The censure of the Grave : 
For all the Tyrants in your eyes, 

Your heart is but a slave. 

My love is full of noble pride, 

And never will submit 
To let that Fop Discretion ride 

In triumph over Wit. 

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False Friends I have as well as you, 

That daily counsel me 
Vain friv'lous trifles to pursue, 

And leave off loving thee. 

When I the least belief bestow 
On what such fools advise, 

May I be dull enough to grow 
Most miserably wise. 



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A Vision. 



ENEATH a Myrtle shade 
Which Jove for none but happy Lovers made, 
I slept, and streight my Love before me brought, 
Phillis the object of my waking thought, 
Undrest she came my flames to meet, 
Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
Flowers that so prest by her became more sweet. 

From the bright Visions head, 
A careless vail of Lawn was Loosely spread : 
From her white shoulders fell her shaded hair, 
Like cloudy Sun-shine, nor too brown nor fair : 
Her hands, her lips did love inspire, 
Her ev'ry part my heart did fire : 
But most her eyes, that languish'd with desire. 

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Ah charming Fair, said I, 
How long will you my bliss and yours deny ? 
By nature and by jfove this lonesome Shade 
Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made : 

Silence and Shades with Love agree, 

Both shelter you, and favour me ; 
You cannot blush, because I cannot see, 



No, let me die, she said, 
Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid : 
Faintly she spoke methought, for all the while 
She bid me not believe her with a smile. 
Then die, said I : She still den/d : 
And is it thus, thus, thus, she cry'd, 
You use a harmless Maid ? And so she dy'd : 



I wak'd, and straight I knew 
I lov'd so well, it made my Dream prove true. 
Fancy the kinder Mistriss of the two, 
Fancy had done what Pkillis would not do. 
Ah cruel Nymph, cease your disdain, 
While I can dream you scorn in vain : 
Asleep or waking you must ease my pain. 

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The Batchelors Song. 

I IKE a Dog with a Bottle fast ty'd to his Tail, 
v Like a Vermin in a Trap, or a Thief in a Jail, 
Like a Tory in a Bog, 
Or an Ape with a Clog, 
Even such is the man, who when he may go free, 
Does his Liberty lose 
In a Matrimony Noose, 
And sells himself into Captivity. 

The Dog he doth howl when the Bottle doth jog, 

The Vermin, the Thief, and the Tory in vain 

Of the Trap, of the Jail, of the Quagmire complain, 

But well fare poor Pug, 

For he plays with his Clog ; 
And though he would be rid on't rather than his life, 
Yet he hugs it and tugs it as a Man does his Wife. 



The Batchelors Satyr retorted. 

i. 'i IKE a Dog that runs madding at Sheep or at 

J j Cows, 

Like a Boar that runs brumling after the Sows, 
Like a Jade full of Rancor, 
Or a Ship without Anchor, 

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Such is the Libertine whom sense invites 

To spend his leisures 

In recoyling pleasures, 
And prefers Looseness unto Hyvwis Rites : 
Whereas that honest Tedder holds 
The Dog from ranging to the Folds ; 
And the soft tie of fixt desire, 
Keeps men from that Boarish mire ; 

The Bit and Reins 

The Horse restrains, 

And th' Anchor saves 

The Ship from Waves 
Vermin indeed are oft deservedly caught 

In their own Traps, 

Venereous Claps, 
Which Health and Wealth and Conscience dearly 
bought. 



2. Those Felons of themselves are their own Jails, 
And by stoln Pleasure do their sin intail ; 
Such wandring Tories in unknown Bogs, 
And busie Urchins are ensafd by Clogs : 
But well fare that Bird, 
That sweetly is heard 
To sing in the contented Cage, 
Secure from fears, 
And all the snares 
Of a Licentious and trepanning Age, 

Passing 



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Passing a calm harmonious Life, 
Just like an honest Man and Wife. 



A Reply to the Batchelors Satyr retorted. 

LIKE a Cat with her Tail fast hel'd by a Peg, 
Like a Hog that gruntles when he's ty'd by the 
Like a gall'd Horse in a Pownd, [leg, 

Or a Ship run a ground : 
Such is the Man, who ty'd in a Nuptial Nooze, 
With the proud Stoick, brags 
Of his Patches, and his Rags 
And rails at looseness, yet would fain get loose, 

Whereas the Cat, not knowing who vext her, 
Tooth and nail assaults the thing that is next her ; 

And the soft tye of fixt desire 
Binds the Hog to the Paradise of his dear Mire : 

The Horse frisks about, 

But cannot get out ; 

And the Anchor gives way 

To the boysterous Sea. 
Husbands indeed are oft deservedly caught 

In their own Traps, 

By other Claps, 
Or Midwives, Nurses, Cradles dearly bout. 

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These Felons to themselves are their own Jail : 
Some on the Parish do their Brats entail, 
Like Tories from their Wives and Children run, 
Designing "but to Do, and be Undone : 
Or else like Hedgehogs under Crabtrees roll, 
To bring home to their Drabs 
A burthen of Crabs, 
And then retire to their Hole. 

But well fare the Owl, 

Of all feather'd Fowl, 
That in the contented Ivy-bush sings ; 

She dodders all day, 
While the little birds play, 
And at midnight she flutters her wings, 
Hooting out her mopish discontented Life, 

Just like and honest man and Wife. 



On a Wedding. 

HOW pleasant a thing were a Wedding, 
And a Bedding? 
If a Man could purchase a Wife 

For a twelvemonth and a day : 
But to live with her all a mans life, 

For ever and for ay, 
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Till she grows as grey as a Cat : 

Good faith, Mr. Parson, excuse me for that. 



The Answer. 

HOW honest a thing is a Wedding, 
And a Bedding? 
If a man but make choice of a virtuous Wife, 
To live with for aye, 
Not a month and a day, 
But to love and to cherish all days of his life, 
Till both are grown grave, rich, fruitful, and fat : 
Good sooth (Sir) there needs no excuses for that. 
And thus against all Syrens safely stands 
The wise Ulysses tfd with Nuptial Bands. 



Upon His Majesties Picture drawn by a 
Fair Lady. 

YOUR hand with Nature at a noble strife, 
Hath paid our Sovereign a great share of Life. 
Strange fate ! that Charles did ne'r more firmly stand, 
Then when twice rescu'd by a female hand. 
Fair Voucher of the Royal Head, which we owe 
Though first to Madam Lane, yet next to you. 

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But here your glory much doth hers out-vie, 

She us'd disguise, you use discovery : 

And sure there's not so much of Honour shown 

To save by hiding, as by making known : 

Yet hence for you the odds do higher lie, 

She sav'd from Death, you from Mortality • 

Who in despight of fate can give reprieve, 

And in this deathless Image make him live. 

Warwicks great worth must quit the leaves of fame, 

There never was a make-King till you came. 

Had Shebds Queen known thus, she need not roam, 

Sh' had seen the Learned Monarch nearer home. 

how Vandike would fret himself, by you 
Baffl'd at once in th' Art and Object too ! 
Nature her self amaz'd, doth scarce yet know 
For certain, whether, she drew both, or you : 
And we, seeing so much life in th' Image shown, 
Fear least it speak, and lay a Claim to th' Crown. 
And th' vulgar apt to a more gross mistake, 
Should Charles but for his Pictures Picture take. 
Who knows what harm might from your pencil come 
If Painting had not been an Art that's dumb. 
Wortsters strict search had ceas'd, did Cromwel know 
How much of Charles your hand could to him show ; 
And the great Rebel would contented be 

To have him murther'd in this Effigie ; 
Wherein he doth so much himself appear, 

1 am i' th' Presence whilst I spy him here. 

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His Crown he may from others hands receive, 
But only you Charles to himself could give. 
To be thus lively drawn, is th' only thing 
Could almost make me wish my self a King. 

Go on, Fair Hand, and by a nobler Art 
Make Charles a Prince compleat in every part : 
And to the world this rare example show, 
You can make Kings, and get them Subjects too. 



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ENTR' ACTE. 

SAY, shall we pause awhile, or turn the page, 
That gives a Second Part to our attention ? 
Let our Appendix Notes your eye engage, 

Wherein we of the Authors make glad mention ; 
Little of politics to waken rage, 

And less of criticism on bard's invention ; 
Though against sectaries a war we wage, 
And choose the King, not Commons, in 
Dissention. 

Once more our mimic curtain draws aside, 

And shows the Lovers both of court and city ; 
Not quite the damsels we might seek as Bride, 

Too free in speech, though lively, arch, and 
witty ; 
But {entre nous), nice nymphs to sit beside, 

And compliment, for they look young and pretty : 
As for the men, gay, reckless, oft decried, — 

If you dislike their company, — more's the pity ! 

Christmas, 1874. J.W. E. 



Westminster Drollery. 

Part II. 



Z&tftminfttx Droller?, 

THE 

SECOND PART, 

BEING 

A Compleat Collection of all 



the Newest and Choicest SONGS 

and POEMS at COURT and 

both the THEATERS. 

By the Author of the FIRST PART, 
Never Printed before. 




LONDON, 

Printed for William Gilbert at the Half Moon in 

St. Paul's Church-yard. & Tho. Saxbridge at the 

three Flower de Luces in Little Britain, 1672. 



These to his honoured Friend, 

the Author of this Book, upon his 
WESTMINSTER DROLLS. 

HA veing penis' d your Book, I there do find 
The footsteps of a most Ingenious mind ; 
Which (traceing) I ne're left, untill I came 
Unto the knowledge of the Author's Name ; 
Which having understood, 1 needs must show 
That due respect I to your Lines doe owe. 
How easie is it for a man to know 
Those Songs you made from those Collected too ; 
Yours like Rich Vyands on a Table set. 
Invites all Pallats for to last and eat ; 
Tti others but garnish are, which only serve 
To feed a hungry stomach least it starve ; 
Yours like the Sun, when he display es his face, 
Obscures, and darkens Starrs of meaner Race : 
So Sir, in every thing you so transcend, 
That I could wish your Drolls would ne' re have end: 
A 2 But 



But least my youthful Poetry should stray 
From their intentions, and so lose their way, 
Fie wish your fame may be as amply known 
As he desires, who speaks himself your own. 

Ric : Mangie. 



WEST 



WESTMINSTER 

DROLLERY 



The late Song at the Dukes House. 

Since we poor slavish women know 
Our men we cannot pick and choose ; 
To him we like, why say we no ? 
We both our time and labour loose : 
By our put offs, and fond delayes, 

A Lovers Appetite we pall ; 
And if too long the Gallant stayes, 

His Stomack's gone for good and all. 

Or our impatient Amorous guest 

Unknown to us away may steale, 
And rather than stay for a feast 

Take up with some course ready meale. 
When opportunity is kind, 

Let prudent women be so too ; 
And if a man be to her mind, 

Till, till,- -she must not let him goe. 

The match soon made is happy still, 
For only love, 'tis best to doe 

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For none should marry 'gainst their will, 
But stand off when their Parents woe, 

And only to their Suits be coy ; 

For she whom Jointures can obtain 

To let a Fopp her bed injoy, 
Is but a lawfull wench for gain. 



A late Song called The Resolute Gallant 
for a second Tryall. 

HOw hard a fate have I that must expire 
By sudden sparkles Love hath blown to fire : 
No paine like mine, 'cause fed with discontent, 
Not knowing how these flames I may prevent. 

Lucindds eyes affection have compel'd, 
And ever since in thraldome I have dwelt ; 
Yet which is more, she who's my sole delight 
Belongs unto another man by right. 

What though she do? bear up dejected mind, 
She that is faire doth seldome prove unkind ; 
She may be so, I'le put it to a venture ; 
Who tryes no Circle, may mistake the Center. 

For joyes themselves are only true when try'd, 
Fruition is the comfort of a Bride ; 

And 



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And how can he enjoy that ne'r doth try, 
But is disheartned with a Female fie ? 

(When known to most) they willingly resigne 
What they doe seem as willing to decline, 
Why then should I desist, Tie try agen, 
They 'steeme the valiant lover the best of men. 



The Subtil Girle well fitted. 
The Tune The New Boxy. 

PRethee Cloris tell me how 
I've been to thee Disloyal ; 
In love thou know'st who makes a vow, 

'Tis only but on tryal : 
For had I found, thy graces sound, 

Which first I did discover, 
There's none shou'd be more kind to thee' 
Or halfe so true a Lover. 

2. I vow'd 'tis true, I'le tell you how, 

With mental reservation, 
To try if thou wouldst keep thy vow, 

And find thine Inclination ; 
But when I saw thou didst withdraw 

Thy faith from me to changing, 

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Why shoul'dst thou blame me for the same 
To take my swing in ranging. 

3. No Cloris know, the knack I've found 
Of this thy feigned passion, 

Thow knowst my elder brother's drown'd 
And chinks with me in fashion ; 

And likewise know, I've made a vow 
To one did ne're deceive me 

Who in the worst of times she durst 
Both visit and relieve me. 

4. Then farewell Cloris false and faire, 
And like thee every woman, 

Nor more will weare thy lock of haire, 
Thy favours now are common ; 

But I will weare Aminta deare 
Within my heart for ever, 

Whose faire and kind, and constant mind, 
To cherish lie endeavour. 



The New Scotch Song. 

^ IT' tha' do'on be me, mine awn sweet joy, 
vZ} Thouse quite kill me suedst thou prove coy ; 

Suedst thou prove coy, and not loove me. 
Where sail I fiend sike a ean as thee. 

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2. Is'e bin at Weke, and Is'e bin at Faire, 

Yet neer coo'd I find ean with thee to compare ; 
Oft have I sought, yet ne're cood I find 
Ean I loov'd like thee, 'gen you prove kind. 

3. Thou'se ha a gay goone, an gea fine, 
With brave buskins thy feet sail shine, 

With the fin'st floores thy head sail be crownd, 
An thy pink-patticoat sail be lac't round. 



4. Wee'se gang early to the brooke side, 
Wee'se catch fishes as they do glide, 
Ev'ry little fish thy prisner sail be, 
Thou'se catch them, an Fse catch thee. 

5. Coom lat me kisse thy cherry Lip, an praise 
Aw the features, a thy sweet face, 

Thy forehead so smooth and lofty doth rise, 
Thy soft ruddy cheeks, and thy pratty black eyes. 

6. Ise ligg by thee all the caw'd niete, 
'Thou'se want neathing for thy deleete ; 
Thouse ha' any thing, thouse ha me, 
Sure I ha soom thing that'le please thee. 

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The Answer to the Scotch Song, and 
to that Time. 

i. C^ Ibby cryes to the wood, coom follow me, 

\J For I'se have a fiene thing my Billy for thee, 
It i sike a thing which I mim not tell, 
Yet I ken Billy thou'se love it well. 

2. Billy cryes, wa is me, and sight vary seare 
Cause to his Sibby he cood not come neare, 
At last he tald her with many a greane 

Ise cannot follow Sibby for meerter and steane. 

3. Thou ken'st Billy, I'se loove thee weele, 
And for thy Love my Patticoat w'ad sell ; 

I'se loove thee dearly wee'le as myne ean mother, 
Thou'se pull down ean side, & I'se pull down tother. 

4. Sibby gang'd to the Wall to pull it doone, 
Billy ean the tea-side came there as soone ; 

Then she pul'd doon the steane, & Billy the meerter, 
That of his pratty Sibby he might be the Peerter. 

The 



The second Part. 



The rejected Lover to his Mistriss. 

i. TI THat means this strangeness now of late, 

V V Since time doth truth approve ; 
Such difference may consist with state, 
In cannot stand with love. 

2. 'Tis either cunning or distrust, 
Doth such ways allow ; 

The first is base, the last unjust, 
Let neither blemish you. 

3. Explaine with unsuspitious looks 
The Riddles of your mind, 

The eyes are Cupids fortune Books, 
Where love his fate may find. 

4. If kindness crosse your wisht content, 
Dismiss it with a frown, 

I'le give thee all the love is spent, 
The rest shall be my own. 

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The Prologue to Witt without money : being the 
first Play acted after the Fire. 

C^ O shipwrackt Passengers escape to land, 

vj So look they, when on bare Beach they stand, 

Dropping and cold ; and their first feare scarce o're, 

Expecting famine from a desert shore ; 

From that hard Climate we must wait for bread 

Whence even the Natives forc't by hunger fled. 

Our stage does humane chance present to view, 

But ne're before was seen so sadly true, 

You are chang'd to, and your pretence to see 

Is but a nobler name of charitie. 

Your own provisions furnish out our feasts 

Whilst you the founders make your selves our guests. 

Of all mankind besides Fate had some care, 

But for poor Witt no portion did pj-epare, 

' Tis left a rent-charge to the brave and f aire. 

You cherisht it, & now its fall you mourne, 

Which blind unmannerd Zealots make their scorne, 

Who think the fire a Judgment on the stage, 

Which spar'd not Temples in its furious rage. 

But as our new-built City rises higher, 

So from old Theaters may new aspire, 

Since Fate contrives magnificence by fire. 

Our 



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Our great Metropolis doth farr surpasse, 
What ere is now, & equald all that was ; 
Our Witt as far doth forrein wit excell, 
And hke a king should in a Pallace dwell. 
But we with golden hopes are vainely fed, 
Talk high, and entertaine you in a shed : 
Your presence here, for which we humbly sue, 
Will grace old T/ieaters, and build up new. 



A Song. 

OF all the briske dames my Selina for me, 
For I love not a woman unlesse she be free ; 
The affection that I to my Mistris do pay 
Grows wear}-, unless she does meet me half way : 
There can be no pleasure 'till humours do hit, 
Then Jumping 5 s as good in affection as wit 

No sooner I came, but she lik't me as soone ; 

No sooner I askt, but she granted my boon ; 

And without a preamble, a portion or Jointer, 

She promised to meet me, where e're i'de appoint her ; 

So we struck up a match, and embrac'd each other 

Without the consent of Father or Mother. 

Then away with a Lady that's modest and coy, 
Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy, 

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Let her tickle her fancy with secret delight, 
And refuse all the day, what she longs for at night : 
I believe my Selina, who shews they'r all mad, 
To feed on dry bones, when flesh may be had. 



A SONG, 

Give o're foolish heart, and make hast to despare, 
For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayer 
Which plead for thy passion, thy paines to prolong ; 
She courts her gittar, and replyes with a Song. 
No more shall true lovers such beauties adore, 
Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more. 

No more will I waite like a slave at your doore, 
I will spend the cold night at the windows no more ; 
My lungs in long sighs Fie no more exhale, 
Since your pride is to make me grow sullen & pale ; 
No more shall Amintas your pitty implore, 
Were gods so ingrate men, would worship no more. 

No more shall your frowns & free humour perswade 
To worship the Idol my fancy hath made ; 
When your Saint's so neglected, your follies give 'ore 
Your deity's lost, and your beauty's no more ; 
No more shall true lovers such beauties adore, 
Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more. 

How 



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How weak are the vowes of a lover in paine 
When flatter'd with hope, or opprest with disdain ; 
No sooner my DafiJmeJs bright eyes I review, 
But all is forgot, and I vow all anew. 

No more fairest Nymph, / will murmur no more. 

Did the Gods seem so fair e, men would ever adore. 



A Song. 

i, /^"^ Orinna false ! it cannot be, 

V^ Let me not hear't againe, 'tis blasphemie, 
She's divine, 
Not the Shrine 
Where the Vestall flames doe shine 
Holds out a light so constant pure as she. 
First shall the nights 
Out-burne those Taper lights 
Which Emulate the one ey'd day • 
Phoebus rayes 
Shall outgaze 
Titan in his chiefest praise ; 
Snow shall burne, 
Floods returne 
To their Springs, their funerall urne, 
E're my Corinna's constancy decay. 

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2. Not innocence it selfe is free 
From imputation ; and 'twere base in me, 
Where I find 
Love combin'd 
In a heart of one so kind, 
To injure vertue with Jealousie. 
Still do I strive 
To keep my joyes alive 
And vindicate Corinnds fame, 
Whilst my brest 
Doth suggest 
Thoughts which violate my rest, 
And my feares 
Flow in Teares 
Whilst they wound me through the eares 
Which cast aspersion on CorinncHs name. 

3. 'Tis sayd, Corinna may it be 
As false as my affection's true to thee, 
That thou art ! 
How my heart 
Greeves such terrors to impart, 
Not what thou wast before to me. 
This, this, destroyes 
My late triumphant Joyes 
Which sweld, when in your armes I was intwin'd. 

Love's 



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Loves best wreath 

You did breath, 
You vowd to be my love till death 

Sealing this 

With that blisse, 
Whilst with armes, and every word a kiss 
Our pure soules were as our hearts combin'd 



Last night I walkt into a grove 
' Mong shady bowers to bewaile my love, 
There to find 
Fate so kind 
As to ease my pensive mind 
Or thoughts of my Corinna to remove. 
But there the Nightingale 
Had husht her pretty tale, 
Leaving her ditty's to the Owle, 
Which made me sad 
And did adde 
Fewel to the flame I had : 
That poore I 
Now must die 
Unless Corinnds constancy 
Takes off this clogg which overwhelmes my soule, 

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The Petiicoate wagge, with the Answer. 

SOME say the world is full of holes, 
And I think 
Many a chinke 
Is unstopt, that were better clos'd, 
Is now unstopt that were better clos'd. 

To stop them all is more than to build Pauls; 
Wherefore he 
That would see 
How men are in private disposed, 
How most men are in private disposed 
Then let him looke the world throughout 

From the oyster-wench to the black bagg, 
And peepe here, 
And peepe there, 
Youl still find the petticoate wagge. 



The Answer. 

OME say the world is full of pelfe ; 
But I think 
There's no Chinke. 

Because 



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Because I have so little my selfe, 
Because I have now so little my selfe. 

Where pockets are full, there men will borrow ; 

But one must 

Never trust 
For to be pa/d to day or to morrow, 
For to be pay'd to day or to morrow ; 

But let him look the world throughout 
From the Usurer to his best friend, 

And ask here, 

And ask there, 
But the Devil a penny they'l lend 



An Invocation to Cupid, 
A SONG. 

1. "\ TOV powers that guard loves pleasant Throne 

X And guide our passions by your owne, 
Send downe, send down that golden dart 
That makes two Lovers weare one heart. 

2. Sollicite Venus that her doves 

Which through their bills translate their loves, 

May 



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May teach my tender love and I 
To kisse into a Sympathy. 

Pray Cupid, if it be no sinne 
' Gainst nature, for to make a twinne 
Of our two soules, that the others eyes 
May see death cozen'd when one dyes. 

If oh you Powers you can implore 
Thus much from Love, know from your store 
Two Amorous Turtles shall be freed 
Which yearly on your Altar bleed. 



A beautifull and great Lady died in March, 
and was buried in April. 

MAJZCHwith his winds hath struck a Cedar tall. 
And weeping Apr ill mournes the Cedars fall, 
And May intends her month no flowres shall bring 
Sith she must loose the flowre of all the Spring. 
Then March winds have caused Aprill showers, 
And yet sad May, must loose her flower of flowres. 

Tom 



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Tom of Bedlam, and to that Tune. 
A mock to From a dark and dismal state. 

i. ]P^ROM the hagg and hungry Goblin 
JL That into raggs would rend yee, 
All the Spirits that stan 
By the naked man 
In the book of moons defend yee. 
That of your five sound Senses 

You never be forsaken, 
Nor Travel from 
Your selves with Tom 
Abroad to begg your Bacon. 
Chor : Nor never sing, any food any feeding, 
Money drink or clothing : 
Come dame or mayd 
Be not affray d, 
Poor Tom will injure nothing. 

2. Of 30 bare yeares have I 
Twice twenty been imaged, 
And of forty bin 
Three times fifteene 
In durance soundly caged. 
In the lovely lofts of Bedlam, on stubble soft & dainty 

Brave 



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Brave bracelets strong, 
Sweet whips ding dong 
And wholsome hunger plenty. 
Chor. And now I sing, any food, any feeding, 6°r. 



3. With a thought I took for mawdlin, 
And a cruse of cockle pottage 

And a thing thus tall 

(Skye blesse you all) 
I fell into this dotage. 
I slept not since the conquest, 
'Till then I never waked, 

Till the Roguish Boy 
Of Love where I lay 
Me found, and stript me naked. 
Chor .• And made me sing, any food, &>c* 



4. When short I have shorne my Sowes face. 
And swigg'd my horned barrell, 
In an Oaken Inne, 
Doe I pawn my skin, 
As a suit of gilt apparel. 
The Moon's my constant Mistris, 

And the lovely Owle my morrow, 
The flaming drake, 
And the night-crow make 
Me musick to my sorrow. 
Chor : While there I sing any food 6°<r. 



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5. The Palsy plague these pounces, 

When I prigg your piggs or pullen, 
Your Culvers take, 
Or matelesse make 
Your Chanticleare, and sullen. 
When I want provant, with Humphry I sup ; 
And when benighted, 
To repose in Pauks, 
With walking soules, 
I never am affrighted. 
Chor : But still do I sing, any food &*c. 

6. I know more than Apollo, 

For oft when he lies sleeping, 
I behold the Starrs 
At mortall warrs, 
And the wounded Welkin weeping ; 
The Moon embrace her shepheard, 

And the queen of Love her warriour, 
Whilst the first doth home, 
The starre of the morne, 
And the next the heavenly Farrier. 

7. The Gipsy Snap, and Tedro, 

Are none of Tonis Comrados, 

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The Punke I scorne, 
And the Cutpurse sworne, 
And the roaring-boyes bravadoes. 
The sober white, and gentle, 

Me trace, or touch, and spare not; 
But those that cross 
Tom's Rhinoceros 
Do what the Panther dare not. 
Chor : Although I sing, any food &*c. 

8. With a heart of furious fancies, 
Whereof I am commander, 

With a burning speare, 
And a horse of Aire, 
To the wilderness I wander ; 
With a Knight of Ghosts and shaddowes, 
I summon'd am to Tourney, 
Ten leagues beyond, 
The wide worlds end, 
Methinks it is no journey. 
Chor : All while I sing, 

Any food any feeding, 

Mony drink or clothing, 

Come dame or mayd 

Be not affray d 

Poor Tom will injure nothing. 

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The Oakerman. 

To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam. 

1. 'TpHE Starr that shines by day light, 
X And his Love the midnight walker, 
Well guard Red-Jack, 
With his Purple-pack 
Of right Northumbrian Auker. 
Chor : While here I sing, 

Any marke, any marking, 
Marking red or yellow, 
Come, come, and buy, or say ye why, 
You de7iy so brave a fellow. 

2. Full off a 10 dayes Journey 

Into the earth I venture, 
To shew bright day, 
Old Adams clay, 
From the Long benighted center, 
Chor : And then I sing, any mark &c. 

3. From the Rugged lie of Orkney, 

Where the Redshanke walkes the Marish 
Not a Towne of Count 
To the Magog-mount, 
Not a Village Ham or parish, 
Chor : But then I sing, any marke &>c. 

4. The 



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4. The Curtaild Curr and Mastiffe, 

With this Twig I charm from barking ) 

From Packhorse feete, 

And wells in street, 
I preserve your Babes with marking. 
Chor : While there 1 sing, Any marke &*c. 

5. The Blank denier, and Stiver, 

To Gold I turn with wearing 
And a six-penny pot, 
For a scarlet groat 
Eedie fills me without swearing. 
Chor : While I do sing any mark &>e. 

6. Besides the Mort I marry'd, 

With whom I sometimes slumber, 
' Tway loves have I, 
And one ligg by, 
So we are five in number, 
Chor : And we do sing any marke &c. 

7. Not one of all my Doxyes, 

So fruitless is or sterril, 

But breeds young bones, 
And marking stones 
To your Poultreys further perril. 
Chor : When they shall sing any marke &>c. 

8. Will 



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8. Will you red-stones have to Tawny 

Your Lambskins or your weathers, 

Will ye Bole as good, 

For a flux of blood, 
As the fume of Capons feathers. 
Chor : Of these I sing any mark &*c. 

9. Will you Lead to Pounce your paintings, 

Any Peakish whetstones will ye, 

Will ye heavenly Blewes, 
. Or Ceruse use, 
That scornes to wooe the Lilly. 
Chor : Of what I sing, any ?nark &*c. 

10. The Belgian does not scorne me, 

Nor I the Ethiopian, 

I am both one man, 

To the American, 
And the white and faire European. 
Chor : Although I sing, any mark, &>c. 

11. The fiery Mars his Minion, 
By the Twilight might me follow ; 
In a morning Scene, 
To the Mornings Queen e, 
She might take me for Apollo. 
Chor : But that I sing, any mark &*c. 

12. But 



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12. But as disdain'd of fortune, 
Disdaine I shift and sharking, 
No loves but these, 
Do my fancy please, 
No delight, or life to marking. 
Chor : Wherefore I sing 

Any marking 

Marking red and yellow, 
Come, come, and buy, 
Or say you why, 
You deny so brave a fellow. 



Old Soldiers. 

i. /^\F old Soldiers the Song you would heare, 

V^/ And we old Fidlers have forgot who they were 
But all we remember shall come to your Eare, 
Chor : Thai we are Old Soldiers of the Queens 
And the Quee?is Old Soldiers. 

2. With an old Drake that was the next man, 
To old Franciscus (who first it began) 
To saile through the Streights of Magellan, 
Chor : Like an old Soldier &*c. 

3. That 



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3. That put the Proud Spanish Armado to wrack, 
And Travel'd all ore the old world, and came back 
In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sack, 
Cho : Like an old &>c. 



4. With an Old Candish that seconded him, 
And taught his old Sailes the same passage to swim, 
And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim, 
Like an old &>c. 



5. With an old Rawleigh that twice and agen, 
Saild over most part of the Seas, and then 
Traveled all ore the old World with his Pen, 
And an Old &=e. 



With an old yohn Norreys the Generall 
That at old Gaunt made his fame Immortall, 
In spight of his foes with no losse at all, 
Like an old Soldier &>e. 

7. Like old Brest-fort an Invincible thing, [King, 

When the old Queen sent him to help the French 
Took from the proud foe to the worlds wondring, 
As an old &*e. 

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Where an old stout Fryer as goes the story, 
Came to push a Pike with him in vain glory, 
But he was almost sent to his own Purgatory 
By this old souldier &c. 



With an old Ned Norreys that kept Ostend > 
A terrour to foe, and a refuge to freind, 
And left it Impregnable to his last end, 
Like an old Souldier &>c. 



That in the old unfortunate voyage of all, 
Marcht ore the old Bridge, and knockt at the wall 
Of Lisbon the Mistris of Portugall, 
Like an old souldier &>c. 



With an old Tom Norreys by the old Queen sent, 
Of Munster in Lreland Lord President, 
Where his dayes and his blood in her service he spent, 
Like an old souldier &>c. 



With an old Harry Norreys in battel wounded 
In his Knee, whose Legg was cut off ; and he sed 
You have spil'd my Dancing, and dyed in his bed. 
An old Souldier &>c. 

With 



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With an old Will Norreys the oldest of all, 
Who went voluntary without any call, 
To 'th old Irish Wars to's fame Immortall, 
Like an old Soldier &c. 



With an old Maximilian Norreys the last 
Of six old brothers, whose fame the time past 
Could never yet match, nor shall future time wast 
He was an old soldier &*c 

With an old Dick Wenman the first (in his prime) 
That over the walls of old Gales did climbe, 
And therefore was Knighted, and liv'd all his time/ 
An old souldier &>c. 

(thrown, 
With an old Nando Wenman when Brest was ore- 
Into th' Aire, into th' Seas with Gunpowder blown, 
Yet bravely recovering, long after was known, 
An old souldier &*c. 



With an old Tom Wenman, whose bravest delight 
Was in a good cause for his Country to fight, 
And dyed in Ireland a good old Knight, 
A?id an old souldier &*c. 

With 



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With a young Ned Wenman so valiant and bold, 
In the warrs of Bohemia; as with the old 
Deserves for his valour to be Inrold, 
An old &>c. 

And thus of old Soldiers hear ye the fame, 
But never so many of one house and name, 
And all of old John Lord Williams of Thame, 
Chor : An Old Souldier of the Queens, 
And the Queens old Soldier. 

A Woers Expostulation. 

i. A LI day do I sit inventing, 

Jr\. While I live so single alone, 
Which way to Wed to my contenting, 

And yet can resolve upon none. 
There's a wench whose wealth would inrich me, 

But she not delights me ; 
There's anothers eyes do bewitch me, 
But her fashion frights me. 
He that herein 
Has a traveller bin 
And at length in his Longing sped. 
What shall I doe, 
Tell me who I shall woe, 
For I long to be lustily wed. 

2. Shall 



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2. Shall I with a Widdow marry ; 

No, no, she such watch will beare 
To spy how my selfe I doe carry, 

I shall always live in feare. 
Shall I to a mayd be a wooer, 

Maydens are lov'd of many, 
Knowing not to whom to be sure, 
Are unsure to any. 

Marry with youth, 
There is love without truth, 
For the young cannot long be just, 
And Age if I prove ; 
There is truth without Love, 
For the Old are too cold to Lust. 

The Resolution. 

1. T Dye \ when as I do not see 

L Her, who is my life, and all to me ; 

And when I see her then I dye 

In seeing of her cruelty, 

So that to me like misery is wrought, 
Both when I see, and when I see her not. 

2. Shall I in silence mourn and grieve? 
Who silent sorrowes will relieve ? 

In speaking not my heart will rend, 
And speaking I may her offend. 

So 



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So that Hwixt Love and death my heart is shot 
With equall darts, speak I, or speak I not. 

3. Since life and death is in her Eye, 
If her I not behold, I dye ; 

And if I look on her she kills, 

Tie chuse the least of two such ills ; 

Though both be hard, this is the easier lot, 
To dye and see, than dye and see her not. 

4. Yet when I see her I shall speak ; 
For if I speak not, heart will break ; 
And if I speak I can but dye, 

Of two such ills the least i'le trye ; 

Who dyes unseen or dumb is soon forgot, 
Tie see and speak the?i, dye, or dye I not. 



Love, himself e in Love. 

1. A Sin May the little god of love 

J~\. Forsook his Mothers rosy rest, 
To play, to wanton, and to rove 

His quiver where it pleas'd him best. 
Wanting sport 
In idle sort, 

An 



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An arrow where he could not tell 

From him glanced, 

So it chanced 
Love thereby in Love befell. 

2. In sad Teares he to his mother pray'd 

(to seek his shaft) to lend him eyes, 
Which she grants : a bright and lovely [Mayd,] 
Love taking up his dart espies ; 

But poore lad 

He better had 
Neer seen at all. then now too well, 

For being strook, 

With her faire look 
Love himselfe in love befell. 

3. She too true a chastity embrac'd, 

And from Loves courtship, and his mone 
Nicely flew ; but when his houre was pass'd 
His sorrow with his sight was gone. 
With us swaines, 
She now remaines ; 
And every shepheards boy can tell, 
This is she 
That love did see 
Who seeing her in love befell. 

5. Simple 



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4. Some thus wish, that Love had never shot, 

(That thereof with him feel the woe) 
Some dispute that Love a God is not, 

And think that beauty beares the bow, 

Since this mayd, 

Without his ayd, 
Doth her beholders all compell, 

Now to fall 

Into that thrall 
Where Love himself in Love befell. 

5. Simple Swaines could wish their eys were blind 

For in her speech and every grace, 
Are such chaines to captivate the mind, 
They love her that ne're saw her face. 

Liking lyes 

Not all in Eyes, 
Nor Charmes in Cheeks do only dwell, 

Love had power, 

But for an houre, 
To see, and so in love befell. 

6. Since in troope of many wretched men 

I her inchanting looks survay'd, 
Though I droop, I languish, yet agen, 
To see, and yet to see affrayd. 

But 



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But O why, 
With shame should I 
Consume for what I love so well ; 
First Tie try 
Her love, and dye 
With fame, where love in love befell. 



The Matchlesse Maid, 

A Midst the merry May, 
When wantons would a playing, 
A Girle as any gay 

That had no mind a Maying, 
By a cleare 

Fountain brim, 
Shedding teares, 
Shaming him, 
Sate, and said, are all they 
With their Mates gone to May, 
And on a Sun-shiny day 
Must I be cast away, 

0, to dye a Maid. 

2. One hand she laid to calme 

Her brest that ever panted, 
And on her other palme 

Her dewy Cheek she planted. 

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All a loft 
Covered ore 
With the soft silks she wore, 
And underneath a bed 
Of Lillyes had she spred 
Whereon she was, she sed 
Fully determined 

O to dye a Maid. 

3. Is't love, quoth she, or lot, 

Whose fault I am not mated ? 
Has Cupid me forgot, 

Will fortune have me hated ? 
O ill men 

Though ye be 
Fewer then 
Wretched we; 
Must I needs be one, 
For whom there mate is none, 
None need her death bemone 
(Than) that was borne alone, 
O, to dye a Made. 

4. And so into a swound 
She fell ; and in a trembling 
Fell I, when as I found 
A maid ; & no dissembling ; 

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To her quick 

Did I stepp, 
Felt her thick 
Pulses leap, 
Brake her blew Belt in twaine, 
Into her cheeks againe, 
Kist that Vermilion stain, 
Nature did ne're ordaine. 
O to dye a Maid. 

5. But like to him that wrought 

A face that him Inchanted, 
And life for it besought, 
Which Cytherea granted, 
Fared I 

(fool) that should 
Let her dye 

When she would. 
For with that soul she brought, 
Back from the shades she sought, 
Am I now deeply caught 
In love, that ever thought 
O to die a Maid. 

One 



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One and his Mistris a dying. 

i. OHall we die, 

w3 Both thou and I, 
And leave the world behind us ; 

Come I say 

And lets away, 
For no body here doth mind us. 

2. Why do we gape, 
We cannot scape 

The doom that is assign'd us ; 

When we are in grave, 

Although we rave, 
There no body needs to bind us. 

3. The Clark shall sing, 
The Sexton ring, 

And old wives they shall wind us, 

The .Priest shall lay 

Our bones in clay, 
And no body there shall find us. 

4. Farewel wits, 
And folly's fits, 

And griefs that often pin'd us. 

When 



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When we are dead, 
We'l take no heed 
What no body says behind us. 

5. Merry nights, 

And false delights 
Adieu, ye did but blind us ; 

We must to mold, 

Both young and old, 
Till no body's left behind us. 



A Dialogue between a man (in 

Garrison) and his wife (with her 
company) storming without. 

The Tune The Devils Dream. 

1. Man T T Ark, hark, the Doggs do bark, 
X J. My Wife is coming in 
With Rogues and Jades, 
And roaring blades, 
They make a devillish din. 

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Woman. 2. Knock, knock, 'tis twelve a clock. 
The Watch will come anon, 
And then shall wee 
All be free 
Of the Gate house every one. 

Man. 3. Hold, hold, who is that so bold 
That dares to force my doores, 
There is no roome 
For such a scum 
Of arrant Rogues and Whores. 

Woman. 4. See, see, this Cuckold he 
Denyes to let us in, 
Let's force the house, 
Drink and carouse, 
And make him sit and spia 

Man. 5. So, so, Pme glad I know 

Your mind, I will provide 
A Bride-well Bunne 
For every one, 
And lodging there beside. 

Woman, 6. Run, run, lets all be gon, 
The Watch is coming by, 



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They bid 'em stand, 
Away they ran 
As fast as they could hey. 

Man. 7. Watch, watch, I prethee catch 
Some of that flying crew, 
Heres money for ye, 
They for it tarry, 
Mean while away they flew. 



A Late Poem by a Person of Quality. 

WHat dire Aspects wore the inraged skie 
At the curst moment of my birth : O why 
Did envious Fate prolong my loathsome age, 
Since all mankind, yea all the Gods ingage 
To bend their never-ceasing spight on me alone, 
Am I the center of their envy grown ? 
Am I the man 

On whom they all their venom'd weapons try 
Made for their sport, and mankinds mockery, 
Or was't ye Gods that you did me create 
Only to make me thus unfortunate ? 
Or do I owe a being to some other powers 
Who'l make me able to deride all yours ? 

If 



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If so, 

From these unknown Patrons Fie obtaine 

A power to stay your deem'd eternall reigne, 

I'le ravish Nature, from which rape shall come 

A Race, shall mine your ill-guarded throne ; 

Rocks, hills, and mountaines, wee'l fling at the Skye ; 

Whole torne up Regions in Joves face shall fly. 

Wee'l draine the Seas 

With hills of water, quench the angry starrs ; 

Nor will we put an end to these just wars, 

Till conquered Jove shall learne to obey, 

And I more powerfull shall his Scepter sway ; 

The heavens to their first source shall then returne, 

The Earth to her Autumnal being run : 

And stubborne mankind I will new create : 

On all I will impose new lawes of Fate. 

On Women. 

WOmen are called Eves, 
Because they came from Adams wife, 
Put to / h , and they are Theeves, 

They rob men of a merry life ; 
Put I s to Eve, and then they're Evils, 
Put d before evills, and then they are Devils : 
And thus our Eves are made theeves, and theeves are evils 
And angry Women are a thousand times worse than 
Devils. The 



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The Valentine. 



1. AS youthfull day put on his best 
j[\_ Attire to usher morne, 

And she to greet her glorious guest 

Did her faire selfe adorne ; 
Up did I rise, and hid mine eyes 
As I went through the street, 
Least I should one that I despise 
Before a fairer meet ; 
And why 
Was I, 
Think you so nice and fine, 
Well did I wot, 
Who wotts it not, 
It was St Valentine. 

2. In fields by Phoebus great with young 

Of Flower's and hopefull budds, 
Resembling thoughts that freshly sprung 

In lovers lively bloods, 
A dam'sel faire and fine I saw, 

So faire and finely dight, 
As put my heart almost in aw 

To attempt a mate so bright : 
But O, 
Why so, 
Her purpose was like mine, 
And readily, 
She said as I 
Good morrow Vale?itine. 



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3. A Faire of love we kept a while, 

She for each word I said 
Gave me two smiles, and for each smile 

I her two kisses pay'd. 
The Violet made hast to appear 

To be her bosome guest, 
With first Primrose that grew this year 

I purchast from her brest ; 
To me, gave she, her golden lock for mine ; 
My ring of Jet, 
For her Bracelet, 
I gave my Valentine, 

4. Subscribed with a line of love, 

My name for her I wrote ; 
In silke forme her name she wove, 

Whereto this was her mot - - 
As shall this year thy truth appear 

I still my dear am thine : 
Your mate to day, and Love for aye, 
If you so say, was mine. 
While thus, on us, each others favours shine, 
No more have we to change, quoth she, 

Now farewell Valentine. 

5. Alas, said I, let freinds not seeme 

Between themselves so strange, 



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The Jewels both we dear'st esteeme 

You know are yet to change : 
She answers no, yet smiles as though 
Her tongue her thought denyes ; 
Who truth of maidens mind will know, 
Must seek it in her Eyes. 
She blusht, 
I wisht, 
Her heart as free as mine, 
She sight and sware, 
Insooth you are 
Too wanton Valentine. 

6. Yet I such further favour won 

By suit and pleasing play, 
She vow'd what now was left undone, 

Should finisht be in May. 
And though perplex'd with such delay, 

As more augments desire, 
'Twixt present griefe, and promis'd Joy, 
I from my Mate retire : 
If she 
To me 
Preserve her vowes divine 
And constant troth, 
She shall be both 

My Love and Valentine. 

On 



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On Thirsis and Phillis. 

YOung Thirsis the shepheard, that wont was to 
So delightfull flocks and faire, [keep 

Sets eyes upon Phillis, and lets go the Sheep 
To wander he knows not where. 
The cropping of Lilly >es, 
Was as became Phillis, 
That seem'd with her brow to compare ; 
The tuning of Verses, 
Was as became Thirsis, 
That more did her beauty declare. 

2. Why lik'st thou those flowers that are not like thee, 

Thou art far more fresh and gay, 
Or if thou lov'st Lillyes why lov'st thou not me 
That am Love-sick and pale as they ? 
Thy bosome faire Phillis 
Yeilds lovlyer Lillyes 
Surpassing the sweetness of those, 
Whose beauty so pierces 
The poor heart of Thirsis 
That these more resemble his woes. 

3. Art 



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3. Art thou a Shepherdess, and yet too good 
For a Shepheard to be thy mate ? 

If wanton opinion, or purenesse of blood, 
Doth make thee disdaine thy estate, 
Let Thirsts pluck Lillyes, 
And feed flocks for Phillis 
For her love his duty to show, 
Whilst Phillis rehearses, 
The Poesies of Thirsis 
In his love her beauty to know. 

4. If Coridons jealousie cannot admit 
Young Thirsis his rival to be, 

Thy heart is too young to be singular yet, 
And too old to be lov'd is he. 

Then try what the skill is 

Of young men faire Phillis 
Ere age thou dost simply retaine ; 

If any love pierces 

Thee deeper than Thirsis, 
Let Thirsis love Phillis in vaine. 

5. Thus Thirsis went, on but Phillis more wise 
Conceales the delight she find, 

For women their likings have skill to disguise, 
But men cannot masque their minds. 

He 



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He mounts where the hill is, 
The proud hill where Phillis, 

Is wonted to rest with her sheep, 
And with his flock Thirsts, 
So seldome converses, 

We think he with Phillis doth keep. 



A Song 

1. ' 1 ^O love thee without flattery were a sin, 

X Since thou art all Inconstancy within, 
Thy heart is govern'd only by thine Eyes, 
The newest object is thy richest prize, 
Love me then just as I love thee, 
That's Hill a fairer I can see. 

2. I hate this constant doating on a Face, 
Content ne're dwells a week in any place ; 
Why then should you and I love one another 
Longer than we can our fancy smother ; 

Love me then just as Llove thee, 
That's 'till a fairer 1 can see. 



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A Song. 

i. T X 7* Hen Thirsts did the splendid Eye 
V V Of Phillis his faire Mistris spye, 
Was ever such a glorious Queen 
Said he, unlesse above, twere seen. 

2. Fair Phillis with a blushing aire, 
Hearing those words became more faire ; 
Away, says he, you need not take 
Fresh beauty, you more fair to make. 

3. Then with a winning smile and looke, 
His candid flattery she took ; 

O stay, sayd he, 'tis done I vow, 
Thirsis is captivated now. 



A Catch for three Voices, made from a true Story. 

1. A Knot of good fellowes were making moane, 
a\ Their meeting was spoild, their pig was gon. 
Whee, quoth a Frenchman to Joan, its dark, 
Hark there, cryes Mounseir, Pig, weel make him pork ; 
They caught him, & stuck him, wee* wee*, what you do 
To serve you like the mother of the meaz'ld sow ? 

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48 Westminster Drollery, 

Begar me no Bacon, you English dogge ; 
Weeh, weeh, you raskall Frenchman, wee'l dresse you 

[like a hogg ? 
They kept such a weehing that home came the Pigg, 
Which made them all dance, and drinke as long as 

[they could swig, 
They cry the Mounseir pardon, & forth let him pass 
No more for a Pigge, but now for an Asse. 



A Catch of j Parts 

i. TV l\ Y Mistriss will not be content to take a Jest, 

1 VI I mean a Jest as Chaucer meant : 
But following still the Womens fashion, 
Allowes it, allowes it, in the last translation ; 
For with the word shee'l not dispence, 
And yet, and yet, and yet, I know she loves the sence. 



H 



On Loyalty in the Cavaliers. 

E that is a cleare 
Cavalier 

Will not repine, 
Although his fortune grow 
So very low 

That he cannot get wine. 



Fortune 



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Fortune is a Lass, 



She will embrace, 
And strait destroy \ 
Free-borne Loyaltie 
Will ever be, 

Sing Vive le Roy. 
Chorus. 
Vertue is her own reward, and fortune is a Whore, 

There's none but knaves and fools regard 
Her, or do her power implore. 
A reall honest man, 
Might a' bin utterly undone, 
To show his Allegiance, 
His love and obedience ; 

Honour will raise him up, 
And still praise him up, 
Virtue stayes him up, 
Whilst your Loose Courtiers dine 
With their full Bowles of Wine, 

Honour will stick to it fast ; [nour move ; 
And he that fights for love, doth in the way of ho- 
He that is a true Roger, and hath served his King, 
Although he be a ragged Souldier ; 

Whilst those that make sport of us, 
May become short of us, 



Fate will flatter e'm, and will scatter e'm, 



Whilst 



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Whilst that Loyalty 
Waits on Royalty, 
He that waits peacefully, 
May be successfully 
Crown' d with Crowns at last. 

2. Firmly let us then 
Be honest men 
And kick at fate, 

We shall live to see 
Loyal tie, 
Valued at a high rate. 
He that bears a word 
Or a sword, 

'Gainst the Throne, 

Or doth prophanely prate 
To wrong the State, 
Hath but little for his own. 

Chorus. 

What though the Plumes of painted Players, 

Be the prosperous men, 
Yet wee'l attend our own affaires, 

When we come to't agen. 
Treachery may be fac't with light, 

And leachery lin'd with furre, 

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A Cuckold may be made a Knight, 
'Tis fortune de la gar ; 

But what is that to us boyes, 
That now are honest men ? 
Wee'l conquer and come agen, 
Beat up the drum agen, 
Hey for Cavaliers, 
Joy for Cavaliers, 
Pray for Cavaliers, 
Dub a dub dub, 
Have at old Belzebub, 

Oliver stinks for fear. 
Fift-Monarchy must down-boyes 
And every Sect in Town 
Wee'l rally and to't agen, 
Give 'em the rout agen, 
When they come agen, 
Charge 'em home agen, 
Face to the right about, tantararara, 

This is the life of an honest poor Cavalier. 



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The Irish Footmans, O hone. 

i. TV T Ow Chree'st me save, 

1- \| Poor Irish Knave, O hone, O hone, 

Round about, 
The Town throughout, 

Is poor Shone gone, 
Mayster to find, 
Loving and kind, 
But Shone to his mind is ne're the neare, 
Shone can find none here, 
Which makes him cry for feare 

O hone, O hone. 
Shone being poore, 
Him's foot being sore, 
For which hee'l no more 

Trot about, 
To find mayster out, 
Fait I'le rather go without And cry O ho?ie. 

2. I was so crost, 
That I was forc't, 
To go barefoot, 
With stripes to boot, 

And no shooes none. 
Nill English could I speak, 
My mind for to break, 

And 



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And many laught to hear the moane I made, 

And I like a tyr'd Jade, 

That had no worke nor Trade 

But crtfd O hone. 
'Cause Church to go, 

Whither I'de or no, 

He dye or do so, 

Grace a Chreest ; 

For I love Popish Preest 

A poor Catholick thou seest, O hone. O hone. 

3. Good honest Shone, 
Make no more moane, 

For thy [ ] lost, [Master] ? 

I do intend, 
Something to spend 

On Catholicks thus crost ; 
Take this small gift, 
And with it make a shift, 
And be not thou bereft ; 
Of thy mind ; 
Although he was unkind, 

To leave thee thus behind, To cry O hone. 

Here take this Beer, and with it make good cheere, 
Nothing's for thee too deare ; so a due, 
Be constant still and true, 

This country do not rue, Nor cry O hone, 

4 Good 



54 Westminster Drollery, 

4. Good Shentlemen, 
That do intend, 
To help poore Shone at's need ; 
My Patron here, 
Has given me Beer, 
And meat whereon to feed, 

Yea and moneys too, 
So I hope that you, 
Will do as he did do, 
For my reliefe, 
To ease my pain & griefe. 
He eat no powder'd beef, 
What e're ensue, 
But I will keep my fast, 
As I did in times past, 
To get more stomack for my hungiy throat, 
And when for friends I sought, 
They call'd me all te're naught [.] 

Song. 

I Went to the Tavern, and then, 
I went to the Tavern, and then, 
I had good store of Wine, 
And my cap full of coyne 

And the world went well with me then, then, 
And the world went well with me then. 

2. I 



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2. I went to the Tavern agen, 
Where I ran on the score 
And was turn'd out o' th' door, 

And the world went ill with me then, then, &»c* 



3. When I was a Bachelor then, 
I had a Saddle and a Horse, 
And I took my own course, 

And the world went well with me then, then, &*c. 



4. But when I was marry'd ; O then 
My Horse and my Saddle 
Were turn'd to a Cradle, 

And the world went ill with me then, tlien, &>c. 



5. When I brought her home mony, then 
She never would pout, 

But clip me about, 
And the world we Jit well with me then, then, &*c. 

6. But when I was drunk, O then, 
She'd kick, she'd fling, 

Till she made the house ring, 
And the world went ill with me then, then &>& 

7. So 



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7. So I turn'd her away, and then, 

I got me a Miss, 
To clip and to kiss, 

And the world went ill, &c. 

8. But the Pariter came, and then 

I was calPd to the Court, 
Where I pay'd for my sport, 

And the world went ill &>c. 

9. I took my Wife home agen, 

But I chang'd her note, 
For I cut her throat, 

And the world went well with me then, &>c. 

10. But when it was known, O then, 

In a two wheeld Charret, 
To Tiburn I was carry'd, 

And the world went ill, &>c. 

11. But when I came there, O then, 

They forc't me to swing 
To heaven in a string, 
And the world went well with me then, then, 
And the world went well with me then. 



The 



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TJie Moons Love. ■ 
i. r I A He Moon in her pride, 

X Once glanced aside 
Her eyes, and espied 

The day ; 
As unto his bed, 
In wastcoat of red, 
Faire Phcebus him led 
The way ; 
Such changes of thought, 
In her chastitie wTought, 
That thus she besought the boy, 
O tarry 
And Marry 
The Starry Diana, 
That will be thy Jem and Joy. 

2. I will be as bright 
At noon as at night, 
If that may delight 

The day ; 
Come hither and joine 
Thy glories with mine, 
Together wee'l shine 

For aye. 
The night shall be noon, 
And every moon 
As pleasant as June 

Or May ; 

O tarry and marry &>c. 3. En- 



58 Westminster Drollery, 

3. Enamour'd of none 
I live chast and alone, 
Though courted of one, 

Some say ; 
And true if it were 
So frivolous feare 
Let never my dear 

Dismay, 
I'le change my opinion, 
And turne my old Minion, 
The Sleepy Endimion 

Away, 

O tarry and marry, ore. 



4. And but that the night, 
Should have wanted her light 
Or lovers in sight 

Should play, 
Or Phcebus should shame 
To bestow such a dame 
(With a dow'r of his flame) 

On a Boy, 
Or day should appear, 
Eternally here, 
And night otherwhere, 

The day 

Had 



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Had tarry'd, 
And marry'd, 
The starry'd Diana, 
And she been his Jem and his Joy. 

On Dulcina. 

1. A Sat noone Dulcina rested, 
J~\. In her sweet and shady bower, 

Came a shepheard and requested, 
In her lapp to sleep an houre ; 

But from her look, 

A wound he took 
So deep, that for a further boon, 

The Nimph he prayes, 

Whereto she sayes, 
Foregoe me now, come to me soone. 

2. But in vaine did she conjure him, 
To depart her presence so, 

Having a thousand tongues to allure him, 
And but one to bid him go. 

Where lipps invite, 

And eyes delight, 
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, 

/'erswade to stay, 

What boots her say, 
Forgoe me now, come to me soon. 3. Words 



60 Westminster Drollery, 

Words whose hopes might have injoin'd 

Him to let Dulcina sleep, 
Could a mans love be confin'd, 
Or a mayd her promise keep ; 
But he her waste, 
Still holds as fast, 
As she was constant to her Tune, 
And still she spake, 
For Cupids sake 

Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 

4. He demands what time or pleasure, 
Can there be more soon, than now ? 

She sayes Night gives love 'that leasure, 

That the Day doth not allow. 
The Suns kind sight, 
Forgives delight, 

Quoth he, more easily than the Moon. 
And Venus playes : he told, she sayes, 

Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 

5. But no promise nor profession, 
From his hands could purchase scope ; 

Who would sell the sweet possession 

Of such beauty for a hope ? 
Or for the sight of lingring night, 

Foregoe 



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Foregoe the present Joyes of Noon, 
Though ner'e so faire, her speeches were, 

Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 

6. How at last agreed these lovers, 

He was faire, and she was young, 
Tongue may tell what eye discovers, 
Joyes, unseen are never sung. 
Did she consent, 
Or he relent, 
Accepts he night, or grants she noon, 
Left he her mayd, or not ? she said 

Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 

The Saylers Song. 

i. r 1 ^He raging waves, and roaring wind 
JL (My Mates) I list no longer hide, 
A gentler passage now I find, 
And Saile upon a calmer tide 

Of Neptunes man, his mate I prove, 
And serve with him the master love. 

2. My bosome now my Ocean is, 
Wherein my Amorous thoughts do steere, 

My hopefull heart in waves of blisse, 
Whereto her voice and smiling cleare, 

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62 Westminster Drollery, 

My wind and weather be : Her eyes 
Are both my Loadstar and my Prize. 

3. No saile, nor wind, nor Sun I need, 
Her favours pass the silken Saile, 

Her smiles the Sunshine day exceed, 
And her sweet voice the softest gale ? 

I take no height of starres above, 
Nor seek adventures, but her love. 

4. And if her heart I compass can, 
Where I my hopes have Anchor'd all ; 

He that the fleece of Cholchos wan, 
Made voyage poorer than I shall, 

By how much living Pearl's above 
Dead gold, and wealth is short of love. 



To Live and dye. 

1. A Creature so strange, so wretched a one 
l\ As I 

Can there be found, 

For now alas I live, and anon 
I die, 
Feeling no wound ; 
When but a look of my love I gaine, 
O what a life it doth infuse ! 

But 



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But when I tast of her sharpe disdaine, 
O how I dye, how can I chuse ? 

2. Like as the Sun gives life to the flowers, 

When May 
Painteth the field, 
So when she smiles, her eye like the powers, 
Of Joy 
Doth to me yeild, 
But as the Autumn's envious raine, 

Soon doth the summers pride confuse 
Dasht with the stormes of her Disdaine, 
So do I dye, how can I chuse. 

3. Then 'tis no wonder that here is a man, 

Can live 
Now, and now dye ; 
Since there's a beauty that life and death can 
Both give 
Out of her Eye. 
Let her the wonder of time remaine, 
And that I live let no man muse, 
While she me loves ; and if she disdaine, 
Must not I dye, how can I chuse ? 

4 Has not her favour force to revive 
A heart 
Dying with paine ? 

And 



64 Westminster Drollery, 

And has her scome not power to deprive 
That part 
Of life againe ? 
Is there not life and death in her frame 

Both at her powerfull will to use, 
Then at her powerfull will I am, 
Living or dead, how can I chuse ? 



The hunting of the Gods. 

i . £2 Ongs of Shepheards, and Rusticall Roundlayes, 

vZy Form'd of fancyes, and whistled on reedes ; 
Sung to Solace young Nimphs upon holy dayes, 

Are too unworthy for wonderful deeds. 
Phoebus Ingenious 
Or winged Cylenius 
His lofty Genius, 

May seem to declare, 
In verse better coyn'd, 
And voice more refin'd 
How States devin'd, 

Once hunted the Hare. 

2. Starrs Enamour'd with Pastimes Olympicall, 
Starrs and Planets that beautifull shone, 

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Would no longer that earthly men only shall 
Swim in pleasure and they but look on ; 

Round about horned 

Lucina they swarmed, 

And her informed 
How minded they were ; 

Each God and Goddesse, 

To take humane bodyes, 

As Lords and Ladies, 
To follow the Hare. 

3. Chast Diana applauded the Motion, 
And pale Proserpina set in her place, 

Lights the Welkin, and governs the Ocean, 
While she conducted her Nephewes in chace, 

And by her Example, 

Her Father to trample 

The old and ample 
Earth, leave the aire, 

Neptune the Water 

The Wine Liber Pater, 

And Mars the slaughter, 
To follow the Hare. 

4. Light god Cupid was hors'd upon Pegasus, 
Borrow'd of Muses with kisses and prayers, 

Strong Alcides upon cloudy Caucasus, 

Mounts a Centaure that proudly him beares. 

Postillian 



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Postillian of the skye, 
Light heel'd Mercury, 
Makes his Coursers fly 
Fleet as the aire, 
Yellow Apollo, 
The Kennel doth follow, 
And whoop and hollow 
After the hare. 

Hymen ushers the Ladies ; Astrcea 

The Just, took hands with Minerva the bold ; 
Ceres the brown, with bright Cytherea; 
With Thetis the wanton, Bellona the old \ 
Shamefac't Aurora, 
With subtil Pandora ; 
And May with Flora, 
Did company beare ; 
Juno was stated, 
Too high to be mated, 
But yet she hated 

Not hunting the hare. 

6. Drown'd Narcissus, from his Metamorphosis 

Rais'd by Eccho, new manhood did take ; 
Snoring Somnus upstarted in Cineris, 
That this thousand year was not awake, 
To see club-footed 
Old Mulciber booted, 



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And Pan promoted 
On Chirons Mare ; 

Proud Fannus pouted, 

And sEolus shouted, 

And Momus flouted, 
But followed the Hare. 

7. Deep Melompus, and cunning Ichnobates, 
J^ape, and Tzgre, and Harpye the skyes 

Rent wit roaring, 
Whilst huntsman-like Hercules 
Winds the plentifull home to their cryes, 
Till with varieties, 
To solace their Pieties, 
The wary Deities 
Repos'd them where 

We shepheards were seated, 

And there we repeated, 

What we conceited 

Of their hunting the Hare. 

8. Young Ami?itas suppos'd the Gods came to breath 
(After some battels) themselves on the ground, 

Thb'sts thought the stars came to dwell here beneath, 
And that hereafter the earth would go round, 
Coridon aged, 
With Phillis ingaged, 
Was much inraged 
With jealous despaire ; 

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68 Westminster Drollery, 

But fury vaded, 
And he was perswaded, 
When I thus applauded 
Their hunting the Hare. 

9. Starr's but Shadows were, state were but sorrow, 
Had they no Motion, nor that no delight ; 

Joyes are Jovial, delight is the marrow 
Of life, and Action the Axle of might. 
Pleasure depends 
Upon no other friends, 
And yet freely lends 

To each vertue a share, 
Only as measures 
The Jewell of pleasures, 
Of pleasures the treasures 

Of hunting the Hare. 

10. Three broad Bowles to the Olympical Rector, 
His Troy borne Eagle he brings on his knee, 

Jove to Phozbus Carowses in Nector, 
And he to Hermes, and Hermes to me ; 
Wherewith infused, 
I piped and I mused, 
In songs unused 

This sport to declare ; 
And that the Rouse of Jove, 

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Round as his Sphere may move, 
Health to all that love 

Hunting the Hare. 



The Reading Beauty. 

1. A S to these lines she lent a lovely look, 
l\. Whereon not minding me she mused, 

Her faire Aspect became my book, 
And I her eyes (as they these lines) perused ; 

Love songs she read, to learn what love should be, 
And faster than she read she taught it me. 

2. For as no studyed rules like starrs above 
Can teach the knowledge of the skyes, 

To dive into the depth of love, 

There is no rule, no learning like her Eyes : 
Why stoops she then to things below her reach ? 
Why reads she love, that she her self can teach ? 

3. Alas though we no other learning need 
In love, that may behold her face ; 

She seeing not her selfe must read, 

To see what we so much desire to embrace. 
O that her selfe she saw : but O why so ? 
She otherwise her self too much doth know. 

4. Some 



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4. Some nicer lover would to see her muse 

Bare envy to that happy book 
Whereon she seems to doate, and use 

To grant her stander by but halfe her looke : 
But such to me let her aspect be still ; 
If one eye wounds so sore, two eyes will kill. 



The more than Faire. 

1. ";P) E more kind than you are, 
JLJ Sweet love, or else lesse faire, 

So shall I feel lesse care, 
And you be no lesse rare. 
To wound the heart, 
Is beauties part ; 
But to restore 
The love-sick sore 

Is to be more than faire. 

2. If possible it were 
Not to be what you are, 

Be more kind, or lesse faire ; 
Use lips, and eyes forbeare ; 

Your smiles are Lures, 

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]\f y eyes adore, 

But lipps implore : * 

The kind are more than faire. 

3. The Beauteous are not faire, 
Whose coyness breeds despaire ; 
But those that freindly are, 

Are beauteous, though not faire. 
Since to be kind, 
A beauteous mind, 
Doth best explore ; 
Be kind therefore, 

And be far more than faire. 

4. No longer let my care 
Consume my love in aire, 
But kindness e to me bare, 
That I may say and swear 

Of such as are 
But only faire, 

I knew before, 

The world had store : 

But you are more than faire. 

5. Bright eyes and smiles to beare, 
Is but a common weare : 

If you without compare, 
Will be as kind as faire, 

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And make me then 
More blessed than men, 

As far as ore, 

Your sexes store, 

Your selfe are more than faire. 



Of Johny and Jinny. 

i. r I ^He pretty sweet Jinny sate on a Hill, 

X Where yonny the swain her see ; 
He tun'd his quill, and sung to her still, 
Whoop Jinny come down to me. 

2. Though Jo7tny the valley, and Jinny the Hill, 
Kept far above his degree ; 

He bore her good will, and sung to her still, 
Whoop Jinny come down to me. 

3. But high was she seated, and so was she minded, 
His heart was humble as he ; 

Her pride had her blinded, his love had him bended, 
Whoop Jinny, &c. 

4. The mountain is bare, and subject to aire, 
Here meddowes, here shaddowes be ; 

There burneth the Sun, here Rivers do run, 
Whoop Jinny, &>c. 

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5. All flowers do grace the vallyes green face, 
The mountain hath none but thee ; 

Why wilt thou grow there, and all the rest here ? 
Whoop Jinny, &>c. 

6. Narcissus his rose, Adonis here growes, 
That may thy examples be, 

Since they be came slaine, for pride and disdaine, 
Whoop Jinny, &*c. 

7. There Jinny keeps sheep, here Jonny will keep 
Thy selfe and thy flock for thee ; 

If Jonny be worthy to keep thy flock for thee, 
Whoop Jinny, &>c. 

8. But pretty sweet Jinny was lov'd of so many, 
That little delight had she 

To think upon Jonny, that thought her so bonny, 
Whoop Jinny, 6r*c. 

9. Though Jinny thought ill of Jonny's good will, 
Yet Jonny to Jinny was free ; 

He followes quill, and he hollowes her still, 
Whoop Jinny comedown to me. 



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A Song. 

i. /^V Love whose force and might 
V^/ No power ere withstood ; 

Thou forcest me to write, 

Come turne about Robbin hood. 

2. Her Cresses that were wrought 
Most like the golden snare, 

My loving heart has caught, 
As Mos did catch the Mare. 

3. Grant pitty, else I dye, 
Love so my heart bewitches, 

With griefe Fie howle and cry, 

how my elbow Itches. 

4. Teares overflow my sight 
With Floods of daily weeping, 

That in the silent night, 

1 cannot rest for sleeping. 

5. What is't I would not do 

To purchase one sweet smile ; 
Bid me to China go, 

Faith Fie sit still the while. 

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75 



6. But since that all reliefe 
And comfort doth forsake me, 

Fie kill my self with grief, 
Nay then the Devil take me. 

7. Mark well my dolefull hap, 
Jove, Rector of the Thunder, 

Send down a firey clap, 

And tear her smock asunder. 



The IZhodo?nontade, 

IL tell y on of a Lout, 
With a Nose like a Spout, 
Which some call a snout, 
And was so stout, 
That he had often fought, 
Ftdl many a bout, 
With many a scout, 
And at y em woidd shout, 
Then put 'um to tft rout, 
Nay beat 'em to a clout, 
Though in a great drought, 
At men he woidd flout, 
And at women would pout, 
His food still was grout, 



And his Wife, 

[Grace 

His Wife's name was 
And had a good Face 
Yet had but little grace, 
Shedd kiss in any place, 
Nay, to gather a bi'ace, 
Which some say is base, 
And some did her chace 
Into a pittiful case, 
She lodd Cloves and Mace 
Her father car'd the Mace 
For the Mayor in a place 
She still wears lace, 
And will keep on her pace 
Wher she runs a race 

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Which bred him the gout 
He was a great trout 
To good Ale when he mout 
And did at/ways allow V 
This you mitst not doubt 
Tve heare him to vow't 
As he went in and out. 

The Sonne Jack. 

Their sons name was Jack 
Who was very black 
And got many a knack 
And seldome did lack 
Unlesse Milk caVd lac 
At Cardes he would pack 
And was counted a quack 
Nay, bin brought to the rack 
For firing a stack 
Of corn, in a back 
Side, like a mad hack 
Made's bones to crack 
Nay sometimes to cack 
Till they gave him som sack 
Nay, they held him tack 
And did him thwack 
And never did slack 
Till he went to wrack 

[smack 
Yet withes lips he would 
And this is true of Jack. 



For a very great space 
She fishes with a dace 
When she takes any place 
When she dances she' I trace 
She* I not bate you an ace 
Of the truth of this she says. 

The Daughter Nel. 

Their daughters nams Nel 
Who poor thing did dwell 
Full long in a Cell 
And there twas she fell 
That one rang her knell 
Bei?ig fallen into Hell 
The devills to quell 
And there I do smell 
That she then did sell 
Her ware very well 
She made 'em to yell 
And likewise to swell 
So they writ on a Shell 
A very great Spell 
As long as an ell 
That she bore away the bell 
For abusing in hell 
She had no paralell 
All this her self did tell, 
And all done by Nell. 

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A Song. 

Come hang up your care, and cast away sorrow ■ 
Drink on, hee's a sot that e're thinks of to morrow : 
Good store of Terse-Claret supplyes every thing, 
For a man that is drunk is as great as a King ; 
Let no one with Crosses, or Losses repine, 
But take a full dose of the juice of the Wine. 
Diseases and troubles are nere to be found, 
But in the damp place where the glass goes not round. 



A SONG. 

The Tune, Fie go no more to the New 
Exchange. 

i. "\ T Ever will I wed a Girle that's coy, 

1 \| Nor one that is too free ; 
But she alone shall be my joy, 

That keeps a mean to me ; 
For if too Coy, then I must court 

For a kisse as well as any ; 
And if too free, I fear o' th' Sport 

I then may have too many. 



Nelly 






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2. Nelly a Girle was proud and coy, 
But what good got she by it ? 

When they'd a mind to kisse and toy, 

Then she'd be still unquiet ; 
For of the four or five she had, 

They all have left her now \ • . 
Her impertinent tricks did make 'em madd, 

And so 'twould me, or you. 

3. Nanny was a Lasse that was too free, 
And amorous withall ; 

Shee'd ne're with any disagree, 

But ready at their call ; 
That some her freeness did impute 

Unto good nature in her, 
Others have said, without dispute 

Shee'd prove a private sinner. 

4. Then for a Girle, that's not too free, 
Or Coy, but at my call ; 

Yet handsome I wou'd have her be, 

And oblieging unto all ; 
That I may never say I have wed 

A Girle that's starcht with Pride, 
Or fool, or ugly, or ill bred, 

I'de rather want a Bride. 

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An Invitation to enjoyment. 

1. ^Ome, O Come, I brook no stay, 
V_^ He doth not love that can delay 
See how the stealing night, 
Hath blotted out the light, 

And Tapers do supply the day. 

3. See the first Tapers almost gone, 
Thy flame like that will strait be none, 

And I as it expire, 
Not able to hold fire, 
She looseth time that lyes alone. 

4. O let us cherish then these powers, 
Whilst we may yet call them ours ; 

Then we best spend our time, 
When no dull zealous Chime, 
But sprightful kisses strike the houres. 



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The Rurall Dance about the May-pole. 

The Tune, the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball 
in May 1671. 

1. /^Ome lasses and ladds, 

V^/ Take leave of your Dadds, 
And away to the May-pole hey ; 
For every he 
Has got him a she 
With a Minstrill standing by ; 
For Willy has gotten his Jill, 
And Jonny has got his Jone, 
To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, 
Jigg it up and down. 

2. Strike up sayes Wat, 
Agreed sayes Kate, 

And I prethee Fidler play, 
Content sayes Hodge, 
And so sayes Madge, 
For this is a Holliday. 
For every man did put 
His Hat off to his Lasse, 
And every Girle did curchy, 
Curchy, curchy on the Grasse. 

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3. Begin sayes Hall, 
I, I, sayes Mall, 
Wee'l lead up Packintons pound ; 
No, no, says Noll, 
And so says ZW/, 
Wee'l first have Sellengers round ; 
Then every man began to foot it round about, 
And every Girle did jet it, jet it, jet it in and 

[out. 



4. Y'are out, says Dick, 
'Tis a lye, says Nick, 
The Fidler playd it false ; 
'Tis true, says Hugh, 
And so says Sue, 
And so says nimble Alice ; 
The Fidler then began to play the Tune agen, 
And every Girle did trip it, trip it, trip it to the 

[men. 



Lets kiss says Jfone, 
Content, says Nan, 
And so says every she ; 



How 



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How many says Batt, 
Why three says Matt, 
For that's a maidens fee ; 
But they instead of three did give 'em halfe a score, 
And they inkindnesse, gave 'em, gave e'm, gave 'em, 

[as many more. 

6. Then after an hour 
They went to a bower 

And play'd for Ale and Cakes, 
And kisses too 
Until they were due, 
The Lasses held the stakes. 
The Girles did then begin to quarrel with the men, 
And bid 'em take their kisses back, and give 'em their 

[own agen. 

7* Yet there they sate, 
Until it was late 

And tyr'd the Fidler quite, 
With singing and playing, 
Without any paying 
From morning untill night. 
They told the fidler then they'd pay him for his play, 
And each a 2 pence, 2 pence, 2 pence gave him, 

[and went away. 

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The unconstant Lover. 

The Tune, the second Figure dance at Mr. Young's 
Ball, May, 167 1. 

1. AT Ow out upon this constant love, 
JL \| I never was unto't inclin'd, 

I hate within that Sphear to move, 

Where I to one must be confin'd. 
I love to range about, and gaze, 

And often haunt the parke and playes, 
A purpose for a Mistress new, 

Then bid the old one quite adue. 

2. For he's for me, and only he 
That's constant to unconstancie j 

A day or two I can approve, 

But after that farewell to love : 
For every thing's to change inclin'd, 

As Women, and the Moon, and wind ; 
Then why not wee as well as they, 

Since they have shew'd us all the way. 

3. For constancie in Love is thought 
To bring poor Lovers to their end ; 

Then constancy in Love is naught, 

When change brings every day a friend. 

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The constant fool is whining still, 
But never can his fancy fill ; 
Whilst we can sing, and sport, and play, 
And change our pleasure every day. 



A mock to one that drank nothing but Water. 
The Tune A lover Pme bom, and 
a Lover I He be. 

i. I ^Or Bacchus I'meborn, and for Bacchus Tie be, 
JL And wish from good wine I may never be free ; 
Let drinking abound, 'tis wine makes the creature, 
It strengthens the braine, and helps decay'd nature ; 
For he that by drinking can turne the world round, 
By Bacchus and Venus deserves to be crown'd. 



[motion, 
2. With health after health let the glass keep the 
Till it make our brains dance like a ship on the Ocean; 
When our senses are pal'd, and our reason does fail, 
A little sound sleep will supply a fresh gale. 
Then with wine that is brisk, and a girl that is woon, 
Wee'l drink, & wee'l kiss, & wee'l never have done. 

The 



The second Part. 85 

The Drinking Song on two Misirisses ; the one 
furnisht them with wine, and f other with money. 

The Tune, The Gang, 

COme boyes, leave off your toyes 
And trole about the sack ; 
We know 'tis good to chear the blood, 

And fortine the back. 
Tis that will make you fat, 

And cherrish still the braine ; 
Nay studd the face with such a grace, 
Like Rubies dy'd in grain. 

2. Drink about, 'till all be out 
The drawer will filPt agen, 

A Pox, o' th' Watch, ne're shut the hatch, 

The clock has struck but ten ; 
Then a glasse to th' Jovial lasse, * 

That fill'd our pates with wine ; 
And here's another to the other, 

That furnish't us with Coine. 

3. Come drink, we want no chink, 
Hark how my pockets sound, 

Away with't then, come too't agen, 
Begin another round ; 

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86 Westminster Drollery \ 

Then Jack, this Glass of Sack 

Unto thy pretty Nell ; 
And here's to thine, this bowle of wine, 

Dear Tom, thou lov'st so well. 

4. Come says one, lets all be gone, 

For our pates are throughly lin'd ; 
Yet he was bang'd, nay some say hang'd, 

That left his drink behind ; 
Then all, began to call, 

Come drawer what's to pay ? 
Each took the cup, and drank it up, 

And so they went away. 

A Song. 

1. 1 Et Fortune and Phillis frown if they please, 
J j I'le no more on their Deities call, 

Nor trouble the Fates, but give my self ease, 

And be happy in spight of 'em all ; 
I will have my Phillis, if I once go about her ; 
Or if I have not, I'le live better without her. 

2. If she prove vertuous, oblieging and kind, 
Perhaps I'le vouchsafe for to love her ; 

But if Pride or Inconstancy in her I find, 
I'de have her to know I'me above her ; 



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The second Pari. 87 

For at length I have learn't, now my fetters are gone, 
To love if I please, or to let it alone. 



A SONG. 

1. A SI walkt in the woods one evening of late, 
ii A Lass was deploring her haplesse estate, 

In a languishing posture poor maid she appears, 
All swelPd with her sighs, and blub'd with her tears : 
She sigh'd and she sob'd, and I found it was all, 
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 

2. At last she broke out, wretched she said, 
Will no youth come succour a languishing maid, 
With what he with ease and with pleasure may give, 
Without which alass poor I cannot live. 

Shall I never leave sighing and crying and all, 
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 

3. At first when I saw a young man in the place, 
My colour wou'd fade, and then flush in my Face ; 
My breath wou'd grow short, and I shiver'd all o're, 
My brests never popt up and down so before ; 

I scarce knew for what, but now find it was all, 
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 

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A Song. 

OThe sad Day 
When friends shall shake their heads, and say 
Of miserable -me : 
Hark how he Groanes, 
Look how he pants for breath, 
See see how he struggles with the pangs of Death ; 
When they shall say of these dear Eyes, 

How hollow and how dim they be, 
Marke how his brest doth swell and rise 

Against his potent enemy : 
When some old friend shall step to my beds side, 
And touch my chill face, & thence shall gently slide ; 
But when his next companions say, 
How does he do, what hopes ? shall turne away, 
Answering only with a lift up hand, 
Who who can his fate withstand ? 
Then strll a Gaspe or two do more 
Than e're my Rhetorick could before, 
Perswade the World to trouble me no more, no more, 
Perswade the world to trouble me no more. 



The second Part. 



A SONG. 

O Sorrow, Sorrow, say where dost thou dwell ? 
In the lowest room of Hell : 
Art thou born of Humane race ? 
No, no, I have a furial face : 
Art thou of City, or Town, or Court ? 
I to every place resort. 

Why, O why, into the world was sorrow sent ? 
Men afflicted best repent 
What dost thou feed on ? Broken sleep. 
What tak'st thou pleasure in ? to weep, 
To sob, to pine, to groane, 
To wring my hands, to sit alone. 
When, O, when, shall sorrow quiet have ? 
Never, never, never, never, 
Never till she finds a grave, 
Never 'till she finds a grave. . 



A Song. 

CHeare up my Mate's, the wind does fairly blow, 
Clap on more saile, and never spare, 
Farewell all Lands, for now we are 
In the wide Sea of Drink, 

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And merrily, merrily, merrily we go. 
Bless me 'tis hot, another bowle of Wine, 
And we shall Cut the burning Line. 

Hey boyes she scuds away, 
And by my head I know, 
We round the world are sailing now. 

What dulmen are those to tarry at home, 

When abroad they may wantonly roame, 
And gain such experience, and spie to 
Such countries and wonders as I do ? 
But prethee good Pilot take heed what you do, 
And fail not to touch at Peric; 

With Gold there the vessel wee'l store, 
And never never be poor, 
No never be poor any more. 



The foolish proud Lover. 

i. \ T Or Love, nor Fate, can I accuse of hate, 

X \l That my Clarinda now is from me gone ; 
But I confesse, 'tis my unworthiness 

That I in sorrow thus am left alone : 
I doted on her, and thought to 'a won her, 
But wo is me I still must think upon her, 
Which is the cause of all my smart ; 

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She lookt so pretty, and talkt so witty, 
None that ere I saw in Town or in City 
Ere like her could thus surprize my heart. 

2. Had I set my heart, to have lov'd her but in part, 

As only to enjoy her angels face, 
Her curious eye, or cheeks of rosie die, 

Or lip, or any one peculiar grace ; 
But my sad refusing one, must all be loosing, 

O that I had us'd discretion in my chusing, 
Then I might 'a liv'd, and not a dy'd : 
But like Icarus I by soaring up too high, 
With his waxen wings so nere the Sun to fly, 

Am justly punisht for my foolish pride. 

O you Powers Divine, I'le offer at your shrine, 

If you will grant me this when I am gone ; 
That no punishment on her her may e're be sent, 

The fault was only mine, and mine alone : 
Also I do crave, this benefit to have, 
That this Motto may be fixt upon my grave ; 

Here's lyes one by foolish pride was slaine, 
That who ere comes near may gently shed a tear 
On my Hearse, and say, O' twas severe, 

So small offence should breed such mickle paine. 



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On his Mistresses Garden of Herbs. 

HEarts-ease, an herb that sometimes hath bin seen 
In my Love's garden plot to flourish green, 
Is dead and wither'd with a wind of woe, 
And bitter Rue in place thereof doth grow : 
The cause I find to be, because I did 
Neglect the Herb called Time, which now doth bid 
Me never hope, nor look once more againe 
To gaine Hearts-ease, to ease my heart of paine ; 
One hope is this, in this my woful case, 
My Rue, though bitter, may prove Herbe of grace. 



The Italian Pedlar. 

i. 1\ /T Aids see what you lack 
1 VI Ere I open my pack, 

For here is that will please you ; 
Do you dreame in your beds, 
Or with your Maiden-heads 

Be you troubled, I will ease you. 

2. Is there any one among 
These marry'd men strong, 

Has a head of his Wives making ? 



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I have capps to be worne, that shall cover his home, 
And keep his brow from aking. 

3. Does any man mistrust, that his wife is unjust, 
Or that she loves to be ranging ? 

I have that in my box, which exceeds Italian locks, 
'Twill keep her Chast : that's a strange thing. 

4. Is there any woman here, has bin married a year, 
And not bin made a Mother ? 

I have that at my back, shall supply her of that lack, 
And I'le use her for't, like a Brother. 

5. I have fine Gloves for you and your Loves, 
Bands, Handkerchers, and Laces ; 

And I've Knots and Roses, and many pretty posies, 
And Masks for your bad faces. 

6. I have fine bodkins to, that I can furnish you, 
To keep your Coifes from tearing ; 

And I have precious stones, ordained for the nonce, 
Will delight you in the wearing. 

7. I have that wherewith if you well rub your Teeth, 
They will look like Alabaster • 

And powder for your hair, that will make you look 
I wonder you come no faster. [fair : 

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94 Westminster Drollery, 

Then come away, and do not stay, 
For hence I must I tell you ; 
For when I am gone, you will hardly find one 
That such precious Ware can sell you. 



In Praise of the Black-Jack. 

i. "F) E your liquor small, or as thick as mudd, 

JU The cheating bottle cryes, good, good, good, 
Whereat the master begins to storme, 
'Cause he said more than he could performe, 

And I wish that his heires may never want Sack, 
That first devis'd the bonny black Jack. 

2. No Tankerd, Flaggon, Bottle nor Jugg 
Are halfe so good, or so well can hold Tugg, 
For when they are broke or full of cracks, 
Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks, 
And I wish that his, &*c. 

3. When the Bottle and Jack stands together, 

[O fie on't, 
The Bottle looks Just like a dwarfe to a Gyant ; 
Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse, 
For this'l make Boots, when the Bottle mends shooes, 
And /wish, &*c. } 

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4. And as for the bottle you never can fill it 
Without a Tunnell, but you must spill it, 
Tis as hard to get, in as 'tis to get out : 

Tis not so with a Jack, for it runs like a spout. 

5. And when we have drank out all our store, 
The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more ; 
And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled, 
Then it marches for more to make us some bread. 
And I wish, 6% 

6. I now will cease to speak of the Jack, 
But hope his assistance I never shall lack, 
And I hope that now every honest man, 
Instead of Jack will y'clip him Joh?i, 

And I wish that his heirs may never want Sack, 
That first devis'd the bonny black Jack. 

A S O N G. 

1. (~^&lia I lov'd thee 

V_^ Though in vain you boast ; 

But since I have prov'd thee, 
I find my labour lost, 

Many may to love pretend \ 
But you will never find, 

Seek country o're, try any freind, 

One half so true, so kind ; 

2. Fare 



g6 Westminster Drollery, 

2. Farewell unkind one, 
Since you so designe, 

And see if you can find one, 
Whose love can equal mine ; 

If by chance you meet a man, 
That may your fancy take, 

Be wise, be kind, do what you can, 
And love him for my sake ; 

Yet in your chiefest pleasure think 

How my poor heart doth ake. 

3. Each hour sporting, 
Nothing can be more, 

Each minute courting, 

Like one nere lov'd before. 
But should he forsake his nest, 

And being well feather'd fly 
From you, to be anothers guest, 

You'd sigh, and with me cry, 
I lov'd, and was not lov'd again, 

And so for love' must die. 



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The Jealous, but mistaken Girle. 
To the Scotch tune also. 

1. T)Rethee tell me Phillis, 
X Why so pensive now, 

I see that sadness still is 

Fixt upon thy brow ; 
And those charming eyes 
That were of late so bright, 

In sighs and tears, 

And other fears, 
Have almost lost their sight; 

Let this suffice, 

I sympathize 
With thee both day and night. 

2. Damon dost thou aske it, 
Thou art the cause of all, 

Therefore do not mask it, 

For thou hast wrought my fall ; 

For I gave thee a Ring 
Which thou hast Ccelia gave, 
Our true-loves band, 
Twas on her hand, 
Which Ring thy life did save ; 

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98 Westminster Drollery, 

But wo is me, 
Thy falsitie 
Has brought me to my grave. 

3. Damon then began 
On Phillis for to smile, 

She call'd him perjur'd man, 

And should no more beguile, 
No my dearest Phill, 
I blame thy Jealousie ; 

Our true-loves band 
Is on my hand 

Which thou didst give to me ; 
And Coridon 
Made Cozlia one, 
By that which came from thee. 

4. Long she sate ashamed, 
And hid her bashful head ; 

Her jealousie she blamed, 

And said she was but dead, 
Unlesse that gentle Damon 
Pardon this offence, 

And let me rest 
Upon his brest, 
And there my suite commence 
I shall not doubt 
To sue it out 
Before I came from thence. 



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5. Then he did embrace her, 
And gave her kisses store, 
And vow'd that he would place her 

Where none was ere before, 
That is, within his heart, 

Which none shou'd e're remove, 
In spite of fate 
Would be her mate, 

And constant be in love ; 
And I say she 
As true to thee, 

As is the Turtle-Dove. 



The Faire but Cruel Girle. 

1. / nP N He Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind, 

X No lesse than a wonder by nature designed ; 
She's the grief of my heart, but joy of my eye, 
The cause of my flame, that never can dye. 

2. Her Lips, from whence wit obligingly flowes, 
Has the colour of Cherryes, and smell of the Rose ; 
Love and Destiny both attends on her will, 

She saves with a smile, with a frown she can kill. 

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3. The desperate Lover can hope no redresse, 
Where beauty and rigour, are both in excesse : 
In Coelia they meet, so unhappy am I ; 
Who sees her must love, who loves her must die. 



The Bathing Girles : 
To the common Galliard Tune., 

1. T T was in June, and 'twas on Barnaby Bright too, 
X A time when the days are long, and nights are 

[short, 
A crew of merry Girles, and that in the night too, 
Resolv'd to wash in a river, and there to sport ; 
And there (poore things) they then resolv'd to be 

[merry too, 
And with them did bring good store of j un- 
letting stuffe, 
As Bisket, and Cakes, and Suger, and Syder, and 

[Perry too, 
Of each such a quantity, that was more than 

[enough. 

2. But mark what chanc't unto this innocent crew 

[then, 

Who 



The second Part. 101 

Who thought themselves secure from any eare ; 
They knew 'twas dark, that none cou'd take a view 

[then, 
And all did seem to be voyd of any feare ; 
Then every one uncas'd themselves, both smock & all 

And each expected first who should begin; 
And that they might stay but an houre, they told the 

[Clock and all : 
Then all in a Te-he-ing vaine did enter in. 

3. But now comes out the Tale I meant to tell ye, 
For a Crew of Jovial Lads were there before, 

And finding there some viands for their belly, 
They eas'd em then poor hearts of all their store ; 

Then every Lad sate down upon the Grasse there, 
And whisper'd thanks to th' Girls for their good 

[Cheare, 

In which they drank a health to every Lass there, 

That then were washing & rinsing without any fear. 

4. And when they had pleas'd (and filFd) their 

[bellies and pallats too, 
They back did come unto the foresaid place, 
And took away their Smocks, and both their Wal- 
lets too, 
Which brought their good Bubb, and left them in 

[pittiful case, 
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For presently they all came out to th' larder there, 
That it put 'em unto their shifts their Smocks to find ; 
I think, says one, my shift is a little farder there, 
I, I, sayes another, for yours did lye by mine. 

5. At last, says one, the Divel a smock is here at all, 
The Devil, a bit of bread, or drop of drink, 
They've took every morsel of our good cheare and 

[all 
And nothing but Gowns and Petticoats left, as I 

[think, 
At last, says one, if they'd give us our Smocks agen, 
And likewise part of what we hither brought, 
We shall be much oblieg'd, and think 'em Gentlemen, 
And by this foolish example be better taught. 

6. Although in the River they were as many as 

[crickets there, 
; Twixt laughing and fretting their state they did 

[condole ; 
And then came one of the Lads from out of the thick- 

[ets there, 
And told 'em hee'd bring 'em their smocks, and what 

[was stole; 
They only with Petticoats on, like Jipsies were 

[clad then, 
He brought 'em their Smocks, and what he had pro- 

[mis'd before ; 

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They fell to eat, and drink as if they'd been mad 

[there, 

And glad they were all, they'd got so much of their 

[store. 



7. And when they all had made a good repast 

[there, 
They put on their cloths, and all resolv'd to be gone ; 
Then out comes all the ladds in very great hast there, 
And every one to the other then was known ; 
The girles did then conjure the ladds that were there, 
To what had past their lipps shou'd still be seal'd, 
Nay more than that they made 'em all to swear 

[there, 
To which they did, that nothing should be reveal'd. 

8. Then each at other did make a pass at kissing 

[then, 
And round it went to every one level coile, 

But thinking that at home they might be missing 

[then, 

And fear'd that they had sta/d too great a while ; 
Then hand in hand they altogether marcht away, 

And every lad convey'd his Mistris home, 
Agen they kist, then every Lass her man did pray, 

That what had past, no more of that but Mum. 



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The unparaleVd Lady : 
The Tune, 'Twi'xt Greece and Troy. 

i. "\ ~\ 7" Hen first I saw my CceWas face, 

V V O how my heart was Inflam'd with love : 
I deem'd her of no humane race, 

But Angell-like drop't from above ; 
Her Star-like eyes with their Glim'ring glances 

Then shin'd so bright, 
Like the greatest Comet, when we look upon it 
'Till it takes away the sight. 

2. Her Nose is like a Promontory, 
Which over-looks some pleasant place, 

Her Cheeks like Roses in their glory, 

And Teeth of Oriental race ; 
Her Corall lipps, like the Cherryes when 
They're growing on the Tree ; 
But the greatest Bliss is, 
Thence to gather kisses, 
Wou'd the cropp belong'd to me. 

3. And underneath her snow-white neck, 
There you may find an Ivory Plaine, 

On which two Christal mounts are set 
Tipt with a Ruby-fount in graine, 

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This is the place, which formerly was 
Call'd the milky-way. 

O that I might tipple still 
At such a Nipple, 
And for ever there might stay. 

4. Her hands are of so pure a white, 
That with the Swan they dare to vie ; 

But when upon a Lute they light, 

Then you will hear such Harmony : 
But when her voice and that together 
Then play their parts, 
You'd think the Spheres united, 
And thither had invited 

All, to Captivate their hearts. 

5. Her feet were so Epitomiz'd, 
Like peeping-mice did still appear, 

That all the crew were then surpriz'd 
To see her dance a measure there ; 
She mov'd so well, you'd think she had not 
Danc't then, but flown : 

I would spend a Talent, 
For to be her Gallant, 
And call her still mine own. 



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The Politick Girle. 
The Tune, The Duke of Monmouths J^igge. 

Y dearest Katy, prethee be but constant now, 



"M 



And whatsoe're is past, I shall forget I vow ; 
Do thou be kind, and give me but thy hand upon't, 
And for my faith thou need'st not doubt or stand 

[upon't ; 
I'le furnish thee with all the Cakes in season still, 
And whatsoe're thou shalt desire in reason still ; 
Nay more than that, thy Annal due I'le pay to thee, 
And in all moderate things will still give way to thee. 

2. I must confess thy Pension came but slow of late, 
Which is the cause I think that thou didst change thy 

[mate ; 
For when the Sinewy-part of love is took away, 
We know the strength thereof will lessen every day : 
But now thou know'st the Tide is turn'd my Bonny 

[Kate, 
My fathers dead, and we shall want no mony Kate; 
For he by Will has made me heire of all my dear, 
That we no more in debt I hope shall fall my dear. 

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3. Thou seest how plainly now I've told my mind 

[to thee, 
And also find'st that I will still be kind to thee ; 
What Remora then can stop the course of joining 

[now 
Our hearts and hands, come Katy no repining now ; 
She told him then, do you forgive but my past faults, 
And I will likewise pardon all your by past faults ; 
He call*d her then his Mistriss, and his goddess to, 
And then they join' d their hands & lip's & body to. 

[agree, 

4. Thus have you seen this jarring couple now 
And all mistakes are now knit up in Amitie, 

She slighted all addresses he did make to her, 
Because she found his purse could never speak to her ; 
But when she saw the Ginny-birds to fly agen, 
She then resolVd the knot of love to tye agen, 
And so 'twill last till all the birds are fled and gone, 
Then march her self, and give it out she's dead and 

[gone. 



The 



io8 Westminster Drollery, 



The Amorous Girle. 

t 
To the Tune of The crab of the wood. 

i. r I ^Here's none so pretty, 
X As my sweet Betty, 

She bears away the Bell ; 
For sweetness and neatnesse, 
And all compleatness, 

All other Girles doth excell. 

2. When ever we meet, 
Shee'l lovingly greet 

Me still with a how dee' doe ; 
Well I thank you, quoth I, 
Then she will reply, 

So am I Sir, the better for you. 

3. I askt her how, 
She told me, not now, 

For walls had eares and eyes ; 
Nay she bid me take heed, 
What ever I did, 

For 'tis good to be merry and wise. 

4. Then I took her by th' hand, 
Which she did not withstand, 

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The second Part. 109 

And I gave her a smirking kiss ; 
She gave me another 
Just like the tother ; 

Quoth I, what a comfort is this ? 

5. This put me in heart 
To play o're my part 

That I had intended before ; 
But she bid me to hold, 
And not be too bold, 

Until she had fastned the doore. 

6. Then she went to the Hatch, 
To see that the Latch 

And cranies were all cocksure, 
And when she had done, 
She bid me come on, 

For now we were both secure. 

7. And what we did there, 
I dare not declare, 

But think that silence is best ; 
And if you will know, 
Why I kist her, or so, 

But Fie leave you to guess at the rest. 



The 



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The two vertuous Sisters: 

The Tune The Gun-fleet 

i. 1\ /T Y Cozen MolPs an arrant whore, 

IV J. And so is her sister Kate, 
They kickt their mother out o' dore, 

And broke their Fathers pate ; 
And all because they crav'd a bit, 

I mean a bit alone Sir, 
For they with a bit would give 'em a knock, 

That's a bit and a knock, or none Sir. 

2. They'r cleanly too, I needs must say, 
As any Girles i'th towne. 

They sweep the house a new found way, 

That's once a quarter round ; 
So fine 'tis kept, that when 'tis swept, 

I speak 't in their defence Sir, 
'Twill yeild at a spurt, in dust and dirt, 

Come fourteen or fifteen pence Sir. 

3. So fine and neate they dresse their meat, 
I thought it alwayes best 

To let it alone, 'till all was gone, 
And then to eat the rest ; 

For 



The second Pa?'t 1 1 1 

For he that puts a bit in his guts, 

And did but see the dressing, 
No Physick could e're give a vomit so cleare. 

Which I think is a notable blessing. 



4. Some Whores are counted shifters to, 

But they did hate 'em all, 
They shift their Smocks with much adoe 

But every Spring and Fall. 
They say 'tis good to cleanse the blood, 

And think 'em worth the turning, 
And when they're black upon their back 

They call it inside mourning. 



5. They will be drunk a little to, 

I mean but twice a day, 
They'l swear and roare, and drink and spew, 

And then they down will lay ; 
And so they'l sleep, 'till day 'gin peep, 

Then call for more by dozens, 
And to my freind there's now an end 

Of both my dirty Cozens. 



The 



1 1 2 Westminster Drollery, 

The beneficial wedding. 
The Time, Phil: Porters dreame. 
Nd I have a mind to be marry'd, 



A 



And so has you know who, 
Wee both too long have tarry'd, 

And therefore I mean to woe : 
Then I did give her a Buss, 

And she gave me a ring, 
And so we bust, and kist and bust, 

And kist like any thing. 

2. Her Grandsire gave her a Cow, 
And her Grannam a Ewe and Lambe, 

She say'd shee'd suckle it too, 

Untill it had left the dam ; 
Her Uncle gave her a hogge, 

Her Aunt a Teeming Sow, 
For Bacon and sowse, to keep the house, 

And make 'em puddings enow. 

3. Her father gave her a Gowne, 
Her mother a Petticote, 

Which was of a mingl'd brown, 
The best that cou'd be bought; 



Her 



The Second Part. 

Her brother gave her a Cock, 
And her sister a breeding Hen, 

To tread and breed, and breed and tread, 
And tread and breed agen. 

3. Her Cozen took a Care, 
To give her a Rug was new, 

His wife did give her a paire 

Of Sheets and Blankets too ; 
But she had a speciall friend 

That was a young Upholster, 
You must not know the reason now, 

Did give her a Bed, and a Bolster. 

4. A friend did give her a Wastcoat, 
And Hose, and Shooes, and Hat. 

Another did give her a lac't coat, 

But 'tis no matter for that 
So long as 'tis our own, 

No matter how it come, 
They keep her fine, and give her Wine, 

But no more of that but Mum. 

5. Another did take her a house, 
And pay'd a Twelvemonths Rent, 

And furnish'd me and my spouse 

With what at the Wedding was spent ; 



Then 



1 14 Westminster Dt'ollery, 

Then we desir'd to know, 

What trade we both should drive ; 
They say'd good Ale wou'd never fail 
If ever we meant to thrive. 

6. We both are fitted now I think, 

With store of houshold stuff, 
And likewise cloths and meat and drink 

As much as is enough ; 
But if we chance to want, 

My Wife has store of freinds, 
Which I connive at, because they'r private, 

And so our Wedding ends. 



A SONG, 

1. /^""^ Et you gone, you will undo me, 
VJT If you love me don't pursue me, 

Let that inclination perish, 

Which I dare no longer cherrish, 
Be content y'ave won the field, 
'Twere base to hurt me, now I yield. 

2. With harmless thoughts I did begin, 
But in the crow'd love enterr'd in 

I knew him not, he was so gay, 
So innocent, so full of play. 



Is 



The second Part. 115 

I s ported thus with young desire, 
Chear'd with his light, freed from his fire. 

3. But now his teeth and clawes are grown, 

Let me this fatal Lyon shun ; 
You found me harmless, leave me so, 
For were I not, you'd leave me too ; 
But when you change remember still, 
'Twas my misfortune not my will. 



A SOJVG. 

Being an Answer to give d re foolish heart, or 
were the Gods so severe, and to that Tune. ■ 

1. T_ T E's a fool in his heart, that takes any care 

1 1 Of Womens vain words be they never so fair; 
Though she sighs and pretends unto Love ne'r so 

[long, 
Shee's double in heart, and betrays with her 

[Tongue : 
They still are as false as they were heretofore, 
Their nature is such, they can ne'r give it o're. 

2. They would by their craft's of which they have 

[store. 
Inveigle mens hearts their looks to adore, 

And 



n6 Westminster Drollery, 

And if they once find they cannot prevail, 
Overcharg'd with despight their faces grow pale ; 
There's nothing that can their fancy please more, 
Than to see foolish men their feature adore. 

3. They would by their frowns to observance per- 

[swade, 
The men they do fancy their slaves they have made, 
And to be sure they will Tyranize more, 
If a man do but once their pitty implore. 
Why then should we men frail Women adore, 
Since their pride is so great, and their pitty no more, 

4. But sure all that Sex can ne'r prove so vain, 
To sport or delight in a true-lover's pain ; 
When a languishing eye in a Lover they view 
To their cruelty sure, they must needs bid adieu ; 
Where good humour I find, I there will adore, 
Say the world what it will, I will never give o're. 



"A 



A mock to the Song of Harry gave Doll, 

and to that Tune. 
S I walk't in the woods one Evening of late, 
A Girl was deploring her hapless estate ; 

She 



The second Part. 1 1 7 

She sigh'd and she sob'd ; Ah ! wretched she said, 
Will no youth come sucker a languishing Maid ? 
Shall I sigh and cry, and look pale and wan, 
And languish for ever for want of a man ? 
Shall I sigh and cry and look pale and wan, 
And languish, &>c. 

2. Alas when I saw a young man in the place, 
My colour did fade, and then flusht in my face, 

My breath wou'd grow short, and I shiver' d all o're, 
I thought 'twas an Ague, but alas it was more : 
For e're since I have sigttd, and do what I can, 
I find I must Languish for want of a man ; 
For e're since I have sigh'd; and do what I can, 
I find I micst, &c. 

3. In bed all the night, I weep on my pillow, 

To see some Maids happy, whilst I wear the Willow, 

I revenge my self on the innocent sheet, 

Wherein I have oft made my teeth for to meet, 

But I fear 'tis in vain, let me do what I can, 

I must languish for ever for want of a man ; 

But in my dispair, Fie dye if I can 

And languish no longer for want of a man. 



Westminster Drollery, 



A Late ^S 



i. T T Ow charming are those pleasant pains, 
±. L Which the successful lover gains. 

O ! how the Longing spirit flyes, 

On scorching sighs from dying eyes, 

Whose intermixing rayes impart, 

Loves welcome message from the heart ? 

2. Then how the Active pulse growes warm 
To every sense gives the allarm 

But oh the rashness, and the qualmes 
When Love unites the melting Palmes ! 

What extasies, what hopes and feares, 
What pretty talk, and Amorous tears ? 

3. To these a thousand vows succeed, 
And then, O me, still we proceed, 
'Till sense and souls are bath'd in bliss, 
Think dear Aminda think on this, 

And curse those hours we did not prove 
The ravishing delights of Love. 



The second Part. 



A New SONG. 

Marriage All a Mode. 

i. T "X THilst Alixis lay prest 

V V In her armes he lov'd best, 
With his hands round her Neck, 
And his head on her breast. 
He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay, 
And his soul in the tempest just flying away. 

2. 
When Coelia saw this, 
With a sigh and a kiss, 

She cry'd, oh my dear, I am rob'd of my bliss ; 
Tis unkind to your love, and unfaithfully done 
To leave me behind you, and dye all alone. 

3- 
The youth though in hast, 
And breathing his last, 

In pitty dyed slowly, whilst she dyed more fast ; 
'Till at length she cry'd, now my Dear, now let us go, 
Now dye my Alixis, and I will die too. 

Thus 



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4 
Thus intranc'd they did lye, 
'Till Alixis did try, 

To recover new breath, that again he might dye ; 
Then often they did ; but the more they did so, 
The Nymph did more quick, and the shepherd more 

[slow. 



The first new Song in Marriage All a Mode 

t. /^\ Love if e're thou'lt ease a heart, 
\^7 That ownes the Power Divine, 

That bleeds with thy too cruel dart, 
And pines with never ceasing smart, 
Take pitty now on mine. 

Under the shades I fainting lye, 

A thousand times I wish to dye ; 

But when I find cold death so nigh, 
I grieve to lose my pleasing pain, 
And call my wishes back again. 

2. But thus as I sate all alone 
I'th the shady mirtle grove, 
And to each gentle sigh and moan, 
Some neighbouring Eccho gave a grone, 



Came 



The seco?id Part. 121 

Came by the man I love. 

how I strove my grief to hide ? 

1 panted, Blusht, and almost dyed', 
And did each tatling Eccho chide, 

For fear some breath of moving Air 
Should to his Ears my sorrows bear. 

3. But, O ye Powers, I'de dye to gain, 
But one poor parting kiss ; 

And yet I'de be on racks of pain 

Ere I'le one thought or wish retain 

Which honour thinks amiss : 

Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd, 

By love and nature both abus'd, 

Our tender hearts all ease refus'd, 
And when we burn with secret flame 
Must bear the grief, or dye with shame. 



1 



To the Tune of I past all my hours in a 
shady old Grove. 

Posted my self by the wings of my fate, 
Through a Desart complaining the loss of my 

[mate, 

* m Where 



122 Westminster Drollery, 

Where the little Birds throng'd in flights they 

[appear, 

For to help me lament the loss of my Dear ; 

Then pitty, O pitty, sweet Ladies my pain 
That loveth, that loveth in vain. 

2. Each hour they befriended me in making my 

[Bed, 
And brings me green leaves to lay under my head, 
Where I rest my poor Carkess o're tyr'd with woe, 
And the boughes all the Covering the wood can 

[bestow, 
Then pitty, &>c. 

3. Sometimes in a Dream I imagine I see 
The glance of his Figure presented to me ; 
When I think I embrace her in Phillies bed, 
But when I awake, O my true love is fled, 

Then pitty, &°c. 

Then I wish't I had layn all my days in a dream, ~ 
That my tortured sorrows like pleasures might seem 
To Crown my poor heart as if Phillis was found, 
But lost on a suddain, oh the cruel wound, 
Then pitty, &*c. 



The second Part, 123 

A Theatre Song. 

I Must confess not many years ago, 
'Twas death when e're my Mistress answear'd no ; 
Then I was subject to her Female yoak, 
And stood or fell by every word she spoke ; 
But now I find the Intregues of love to be, 
Nought but the Follies of our infancy. 

2. I can a Rich or handsome Lady Court, 
Either for my convenience or for sport ; 
But if the one be proud or the other Goy, 
I cannot break my sleep for such a Toy ; 
My heart is now for all assaults prepar'd, 
And will not be commanded or insnar'd. 



The new Song in Charles the eighth, set by 
Mr. Pelham Humphrey's. 

OH love if ere thou wilt ease a heart 
That ownes thy power Divine, 
And bleeds with thy too cruel dart, 
Take pitty now on mine ; 
Under thy Shades I fainting lye, 
A thousand times I wish'd to die ; 
But when I find cold death too nigh, 

I 



24 Westminster Drollery, 

I grieve to lose my pleasing pain 
And call my wishes back again. 

And thus as I sat all alone 

In the shady mirtle Grove ; 

And to each gentle sigh and moan 

Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan, 

Came by the man I love ; 

how I strove my greif to hide, 

1 panted, blusht and almost dyed. 
And did each tatling Ecchoe chide, 

For fear some breath of moving air 
Should to his ears my sorrow bear. 

And Oh you powers, I dye to gain 

But one poor panting kiss, 
Glad yet I'de be on racks of paine, 
Ere I'de one thought or wish retain 
That honour thinks amiss : 
Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd, 
By love and nature both abus'd, 
Our tender hearts all ease refuse ; 
And when we burn with secret flame, 
Must bear our greifs, or dye with shame. 



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On his Mistris that lorfd Hunting. 

1. T Eave Ccelia, leave the woods to chase, 
I -j 'Tis not a sport, nor yet a place 

For one that has so sweet a face. 

2. Nets in thy hand, Nets in thy brow, 
In every limb a snare, and thou 
Dost lavish them thou car'st not how. 

3. Fond Girle these wild haunts are not best 
To hunt : nor is a Savage beast 

A fit prey for so sweet a breast. 

4. O do but cast thine eyes behind, 
lie carry thee where thou shalt find 
A tame heart of a better kind. 

5. One that hath set soft snares for thee, 
Snares where if once thou fettered be, 
Thou't never covet to be free. 

6. The Dews of April, the Winds of May 
That flowr's the Meads, and glads the Day 
Are not more soft, more sweet than they. 

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1 26 Westminster Drollery, 

7. And when thou chancest for to kill, 
Thou needst not fear no other ill 
Than Turtles suffer when they Bill. 



On a Scriv'ner. 

HEre to a period is a Scrh?ner come ; 
This is his last sheet, full point and total sum. 
Of all aspersions, I excuse him not, 
'Tis plain, he liv'd not without many a blot ; 
Yet he no ill example shew'd to any, 
But rather gave good coppies unto many. 
He in good Letters allways had been bred, 
And hath writ more, then many men have read. 
He Rulers had at his command by law, 
Although he could not hang, yet he could draw. 
He did more, Bondmen make then any, 
A dash of s pen alone did mine many, 
That not without all reason we may call 
His letters great or little, Capitall ; 
Yet tis the Scrivner's fate as sure as Just, 
When he hath all done, then he falls to dust. 



On 



The second Part. 127 

On a Sexton. 

|" Many graves have made, yet injoy'd none, 
X This which I made not, I possess'd alone ; 
Each corps without imbalming it did serve 
My life like precious balsome to preserve ; 
But death then kind was, now cruel found I have ; 
Robbing me of life, without my living grave ; 
And yet 'twas kind still to, for in the grave 
Where once I labour had, now peace I have ; 
I made good use of time, and night and day- 
Took care and heed, how th' hours go away, 
I still was ready for a grave, nor shall 
I grieve at what I most joy'd, a Funeral 
As I was wont, no not so prone as then, 
Out of the grave I shall arise agen. 

On a FART. 

ISing the praises of a Fart, 
That I may doo't by terms of Art ; 
I will invoke no deitie, 
But butter'd Pease and Furmetie ; 
And think their help sufficient 
To fit and furnish my intent ; 
When Virgils gnat and Ovids flea, 
And Homers frog strove for the day ; 

There 



128 Westminster Drollery ; 

There is no reason in my mind, 

Why a Fart should come behind, 

Since that we may it paralel, 

With any thing that doth excell ; 

Musick is but a Fart that's sent, 

From the guts of an Instrument ; 

The Scholler Farts, when he gains 

Learning with cracking of his Brains, 

And when he hath spent much pain and oyl, 

Thomas and others to reconcile, 

For to learn the distracting art, 

What doth he get by it ? not a Fart ; 

The thunder that does roar so loud 

Is but the Farting of a Cloud ; 

And if withall the wind do stirr up 

Rain, then 'tis a Farting Sirrup : 

The Soldier makes his foes to run, 

With but the farting of a Gun, 

That's if he make the Bullets whistle, 

Else 'tis no better than a fizle ; 

Fine boats that by the times about, [Thames] 

Are but Farts several Docks let out ; 

They are but Farts, the words we say, 

Words are but words, and so are they ; 

Farts are as good as Land, for both 

We hold in Tail, and let 'em both ; 

As soon as born they by and by 

Fart-like but only sing and dye ; 

Applause 



The second Part. 129 

Applause is but a Fart, the rude 
Blast of the whole multitude ; 
And what is working Ale I pray, 
But Farting Barme which makes a way 
Out at the bunghole, by farting noise, 
When we do hear it's sputtring voice ; 
And when new drank, and without hopps, 
It makes us fart, and seldome stopps. 
I more oi Farts would write I vow, 
But for my gutts I cannot now, 
For now they wonderfully rumble, 
And my stomack begins to grumble, 
Which makes me think that Farts ere long 
Will at my noke there find a Tongue, 
And there sing out their own praises, 
In thundring and in choaking Phrases ; 
Where I leave them, and them to you, 
And so I bid you all adeu. 
What I have said take in good part, 
If not I do not care a Fart. 

Silence the best Wooer. 

1. T "X TRong not dear Empress of my heart, 

V V The mearits of true passion, 

With thinking that he feels no smart, 

That sues for no compassion. 

2. Since 



1 30 Westminster Drollery, 

2. Since that my thoughts serve not to prove 
The conquest of your Beauty, 

It comes not from defect of Love, 
But from excess of duty. 

3. For think you that I sue to serve 
A Saint of such perfection 

As all desire, but none deserve 
A place in her affection. 

4. I rather chuse to want relief, 
Than venture the relieving, 

When glory recommends the grief, 
Despair distrust's th' atchieving. 

5. Thus the desires that aim too high 
For any mortal lover, 

When reason cannot make 'em dye, 
Discretion doth them cover. 

6. Yet when discretion doth believe, 
The Plaints that they shall utter ; 

Then thy discretion may preceive, 
That Silence is a Sutor. 

7. Silence in Love bewrayes more woe, 
Than words though nere so witty ; 



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The second Part. 131 

The begger that is dumb you know 
Deserveth double pitty. 

8. Then mis-conceive not, dearest heart, 

My true though secret passion • 
He smarteth most that hides his smart, 

And sues for no compassion. 



Beauty is not the guide to Affection. 

OF Beauty there's no rule, neither can be, 
Since that I like, pleases not him, nor thee. 
One likes a dimpled Cheek, a double chin, 
One likes a sparkling Eye, and so agen ; 
One likes a lusty lass, to quench his fire, 
Another, might he have but his desire, 
Would reject all we have nam'd before, 
And nor double Chin, nor dimpled cheek adore, 
Neither would care for Sparkling Eye a bit, 
And reject Lustiness, but adore Wit; 
One likes a Lady that is short, and small ; 
Another one perhaps that's big and tall ; 
You like a Lady cause shee's very free, 
I don't, for fear I should cornuted be ; 
One likes a Woman, for such, and such a grace, 
One cares for nothing but a handsome face ; 

One 



3 2 Westminster Drollery ; 

One loves to see flaxen locks hang down, 
Another man delights in lovely brown ; 
Thus all men vary you do see, and now 
Where's the good man I pray that kist the Cow. 



FINIS. 



Appendix, 



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APPENDIX. 



Notes, Various Readings, and Emendations 
of Text, 

(now first added). t 

Who was the ' Author' of the Westminster Drolleries ? 



Books of this class, Collections of Songs by various 
writers, were formerly printed without careful revision. 
Typographical errors and mistaken readings abound, 
each edition becoming worse. Occasionally, we are 
guided, by initials on the title-page, to a knowledge of 
the so-called ' Author'; for the most part, merely a 
compiler. Even acute scholars have been misled by 
such announcements, through want of caution in exam- 
ining the different versions, if any were to be found. 
Thus, George Ellis, in his tastefully selected "Specimens 
of the Early English Poets," 1801, vol. iii. p. 381, gives 
credit to Robert Veel, as the " author of ' New Court 
Songs and Poems/ " 1672 ; calling him " an easy ver- 
sifier, though without much originality." He is not 
aware that a large number of the Songs, if not all, in 
the volume mentioned are certainly by other writers. 
This brings an amusing result. In the belief that " As 
poor Aurelia sate alone" is by Robert Veel, Ellis gives 
it on p. 382, along with two other poems. He had pre- 
viously declared of Thomas Flatman (p. 362), "This 
poet is a miserable imitator of Cowley." But the song 
"As poor Aurelia," which Ellis admires in the supposi- 
tion of it being Veer's, is actually one of calumniated 
Flatman's own, and appears in the 1674 edition of his 
" Poems and Songs." 

By the Author of the Westminster Drolleries, then, 
we are to understand the Compiler or Collector, who 
gives us moreover some "Additions" of his own. 

If Richard Mangie, who boasts of knowing the name 
1 of 



ii. APPENDIX. 

of this "Author" (see his lines beginning, "Haveing 
perused your Book," after the title-page to Part 2,) had 
kindly imparted his information in the verse, instead of 
the fulsome praise of his friend, as being superior to all 
whose contributions are gathered beside, our thanks 
to him would have been greater. He declares : — 

<s Hoiv easie is it for a man to knoiv 

Those Songs you made from those collected too !" 

Not at all easy for a man, whether Mangie or other- 
wise. Documentary evidence would be valuable. In 
the absence of this we can but hazard a suggestion ; 
viz., that the compiler and arranger of Westminster 
Drolleries may possibly be the same as the writer of 
Grammatical Drollery, which was "by W. H., London; 
printed for Tho. Fox, 1682 :" The said W. H. being 
Captain William Hicks, or Hickes, editor and part-au- 
thor of the "Oxford Jests," 1669. But he was not 
the same Hicks, whose celebrity was attested by old 
suburban mile-stones near London, and marking 
"three miles from where Hick's Hall formerly stood" 
(see Charles Knight's amusing chapter xiv. of " Lon- 
don"): it was Sir Baptist Hicks who built the Sessions- 
House, in St. John's Street, Clerkenwell, 1612. We as- 
suredly find four ofW.H.'ssongs in Part I. of the present 
volume, eleven years before their publication in his own 
Grammatical Drollery . These are, "Alas! what shall 
I do," (p. 7); "My Mistress she is fully known" (p. 
40); "My Mistress she loves Dignities" (p. 42); and 
" Wife, prethee come give me thy hand now " (p. 44). 
See notes on these pages. Unfortunately, Hicks's taste 
inclined more to Mockeries, or Parodies and burlesques, 
and to ribaldry, than to the higher class of poems. To 
him were addressed at least two Congratulatory Poems 
on the publication of his Oxford Jests. In " Merry 
Drollery Compleat; or, a Colle6tion of Jovial Poems, 
Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries," &c, edition 1691, Part 
2nd, are two pieces, (not in 1661 edition) : one, On 
Captain Hicks, his Oxford Jeasts, which begins, " Sub- 
limest discretions, have club'd for expressions," p. 287; 
(by E. Edwards, London, 1684;) has 

" Will 



APPENDIX. iii. 

" Will Summers and Scoggin with Archee be jogging, 
Your Quirks and your Quibbles are folly : 

No such rare Antidotes ere took flight from your 
throats, 
'Gainst the poison of black Mellancholy. 

One reading a score did with laughter give o're, 
Or his broad sides had else split in sunder; 

At next Ordinary he with repeating of three 
Made the wits at the board to knock under." 
(p. 288. cf. O.W. Holmes, "Height of the Ridiculous.") 
The other, p. 317, On the Printing of the Oxford Jests, 
is in imitation of Suckling's Ballad, and commences, "I 
tell thee, Kit, where I have been." The first part of 
the " Oxford Drollery" is avowedly of his own writing, 
and was published in 1671, the same year as Westmin- 
ster Drollery, Part I. Whosoever may have been re- 
sponsible for the latter, again came forward with a 
volume, three years after his Second Part to the West- 
minster, entitled "Mock Songs and yoking Poems, all 
novel, consisting of Mocks to several late Songs about 
the Town — with other New Songs, and Ingenious 
Poems, much in use at Court and both Theatres. 
Never before printed. By the Author of Westminster 
Drollery. London, Printed for William Birtch, at the 
Peacock in the Poultry, near Old Jury, 1675," pp. 142. 
It contains some coarse parodies, even on choicest songs 
that adorn the present pages (ex. grat., "By the side of 
a Brook"), and a few poems that we have ascertained to 
be by other writers, Alexander Brome, Richard Flat- 
man, &c. We suspecl: the final poem in each part of 
W. D. is by the author of the Collection, whosoever he 
may have been. 

Part 1 st. Page 1. I pass all my Hours, &c. 

In John Playford's " Choice Ayres," Book 1. p. 11, 1676, 
is the music, set by Pelham Humphrey, to this charm- 
ing " Song, said in an old copy to be written by King 
Charles II." Given in Sir John Hawkins's "History 
of Music," 1776, vol. V., p. 476. Horace Walpole's 
opinion was that there is "nothing in the following 

amatory 



iv. APPENDIX. 

amatory song to contradict the report of its having been 
said in an old copy to be written by this witty prince." 
(Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors, 1806 edit., i. 
154; cf. Works, i. 327.) Dryden praises Charles, in his 
" Threnodia Augustalis, a Funeral Pindaric/' for 
"His conversation, wit, and parts, 
His knowledge in the noblest useful arts," &c. 
The Earl of Rochester's lampoon on him, as one who 
" never said a foolish thing, nor ever did a wise 
one," is well known ; but the king's retort, asserting 
that his " actions were his Ministers'," while his words 
were all his own, deserves at least equal notoriety. Dr. 
Bliss, in a manuscript note in the British Museum, 
gives from Thomas Hearne's MS. Collections, 1706, 
vol. xi., the following : 

King Charles the Second's Riddle. 

W hat's that in the Fire, and not in the Flame ? 

What's that in the Master, and not in the Dame ? 

What's that in the Courtier, and not in the Clown ? 

What's that in the Country, and not in the Town ? 
To ourselves in later days, who know the poem on the 
letter H. (long erroneously accredited to Lord Byron,) 
viz. : "'Twas whisper'd in Heaven, 'twas mutter'd in 
Hell," the above Riddle by His Gracious Majesty may 
not appear Sphynxian, being simply the letter R. But 
the origination of a puzzle with any portion of the al- 
phabet was something gained, and this seems to be the 
earliest example. 

Of " I pass all my hours" we have seen no copy 
printed before this in the Westminster Drollery, when 
it was evidently quite new. But it re-appears a year 
later, in the "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 132. The 
variations are unimportant (as usual in the Windsor 
D., which is inferior in printing to the Westminster, 
and has no titles) : viz., a day ivhen ; there's no Hell ; 
ivhen I find (so in Hawkins) ; had been kind ; When 
I see (Hawkins) ; joys above ; Whilst alone ; no Hell ; 
So she may [evid. wrong]. Hawkins' readings : — But 
I live not ; 'tis I think ; on the green ; 'tis I think that 
no joys are ; And then 'tis I think that, &c. The 1676 
version reads, Like the pleasures. If 



APPENDIX. v. 

In " Mock Songs and Joking Poems/ 5 1675, p. 3, is 
an objectionable parody, of which a few lines will be 
sufficient : — 

" I pass all my hours with a dingy old Punk, 

And she lives not a day, but she's sure to be drunk ; " 

The burden of it is : — 

" O then 'twas, and now 'tis, that there's no such hell 
Then with an old Beldam to dwell."'' 

In the second verse we are told that 

"She needs must be conscious she's old; but the 

Trot, 
Though she looks in her Glass, yet believes she is 
not." 

And, in the final stanza, the penny siller, or tocher 
guid, is remembered in her favour : — 

" But when I consider the wealth she did bring, 
And the love still to me shew'd in every thing, 
I fear I have wrong' d her; yet wish with her charms 
She still may be lock'd in another man's arms. 

O then boys, O then, there's no joy above 
Like her absence, her absence in love." 

Page 2. A Loz-er I am, and a Lover Pll be. 

Given (with music by Pelham Humphrey) in K Choice 
Ayres," 1676, Book 1. p. 14; where we read A Lover 
I'm born; let wisdom abound in; sign of ill nature; is 
palVd ; some litde. 

Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 6 (where the read- 
ing is "he that loves well"). This song was very popu- 
lar, often referred to, and parodied. One of the 
"Mocks" to it is in Part ii. p. 84 (see note, post). Two 
others are given, by the Author of \Y. D., in " Mock 
Songs," 1675, pp. 2, S5. The latter of these is song 30 

In the Praise of Tobacco. 

(.4 Mock to ' A Loz-er I am? &c., and to that tune.) 

± obacco I love, and Tobacco Pie take, 

And I hope good Tobacco I ne're shall forsake; 

'Tis 



vi. APPENDIX. 

'Tis drinking and wenching destroys still the creature ; 

But this noble fume does dry up ill nature : 
Then those that despise it, shall never be strong; 
But those that admire it, will ever look young. 

With pipe after pipe, we still keep in motion, 
In putting and smoking, like Guns on the Ocean, 
And when they are out, we charge 'em and then 
We stop 'em, and ram 'em, and re-charge agen : 
Since we with Tobacco can keep ourselves sound, 
Let Bacchus and Venus in Lethe be drown'd. 

The other, Song 2, p. 2, begins : — 

"A Drunkard I am, and a Drunkard I'le dye, 
And the sight of a brimmer does cherish my eye, 
Though my guts are so full, there's no room for a drop, 
Yet methinks 'tis a pleasure to bob at the Cup; 
Which bobbing and smelling, so settles my brain, 
That without any sleeping I fall to't again. 

With Cup after Cup, I still keep in motion, 
Till my brains dance Lavaltos like ships on the ocean ; 
When my senses are pal'd and you think I'm slain, 
The scent of a Celler revives me again : 
Then hey for God Bacchus, the prince of us all, 
'Tis he I adore, and for evermore shall." 

Page 3. Hozv hard is a heart to be cured ! 
Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 137, Song 260. 
Different readings : — an heart ; pain that by force ; 
Which despiseth our passion, and laughs at our care ; 
Then since nothing but Death can untye ; fetters with 
ivhich you insnare me [wrong : for enslave] ; And if 
you're unwilling to save me, I am : 2. But how much ; 
and give ear to the voice of his p. ; Then your Slave ; 
To sheiv the ; And it shall ; true she kill'd ; But she 
rais'd : 3. Yet at one; Love hath; cold thoughts from 
your pitiless mind, And force you, at length, to love and 
be kind; my fair one; Whe?i she to; Shall say, I'lebe. 
Here, in verse 3, is either (probably) a lost line re- 
covered, or a redundancy that had been omitted. A 
Mock, or Parody on this song, beginning " How hard 

is 



APPENDIX. vii. 

is a wench to be gotten ! " occurs in " Mock Songs and 
Joking Poems/' 1675, p. 127. It is of no value. 

Page 4. Cloris, let my passion ever. 

Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 52 (bis), Song 
52. Different readings : — be to thee ; A flame so ; 
Kneiv the like ; thine Ears; Nor the love ivhich is ; 3. 
When you once are ; to mine to pay ; ' Tis gratitude 
that I desire ; fuel Still to keep that ; And when I'm 
forc'd through ; From these my ; my Ashes [wrong], &c. 

Page 5. A Wife 1 do hate. 

The author of this Song, (which at once took the town 
by storm,) Wm. Wycherley, died in 17 15, aged 75. It 
is Lady Flippant's " new song against Marriage," in 
his Comedy of " Love in a Wood, or, St. James's Park," 
Act 1, Sc. 2. As was said by our worthy friend, Bailie 
L., of Rauchenburg in the north, " There's a wee bit 
improper story conneckit wi' this auld sang, ye ken !" 

Mrs. Jameson in her amusing " Memoirs of the 
Beauties of the Court of Charles the Second," (edit. 1851, 
p. 87), refers to the anecdote in question as being "too 
characteristic to be given here. It may be found in 
Grainger, and in Dennis's letters." This is prudent; as 
in a case we remember, where a Young Lady corrected 
the tame version of a story she heard some one repeat- 
ing, by declaring that it was a much stronger and more 
objectionable word that had been omitted, to the great 
injury of the tale. When pressed to mention what was 
the true version, she declared, " O dear no ! certainly 
not, she would rather die than speak it; " but, sooner 
than that they should be disappointed, she " would write 
it down." Leigh Hunt is less scrupulous than these 
ladies, but in his Memoir of Wycherley, prefixed to 
that poet's Dramatic Works, edition 1871, p. xi., he so 
wraps it up in periphrases that we nearly lose the point 
altogether. 

Beautiful Lady Castlemaine, Duchess of Cleveland 
made acquaintance with Wycherley, at the date of West- 
minster Drollery, by means of this very song. In Pall 

Mall 



viii. APPENDIX. 

Mall she called to him from the coach-windows as he 
passed near, " Sir, you are a rascal ! you are a villain ! 

you are the son of a" et cetera. It was startling, 

as a salutation from a handsome stranger ; but she 
alluded to his own declaration in the last lines of the 
song, and thus chose to shew her sense of literary merits 
and gallantry, — for he had served as a volunteer in a 
Sea-fight against the Dutch. Wycherley, nothing loth, 
was equal to the occasion, took her challenge, spoke 
at once, or called next morning, humbly affecting to be 
afraid of having somehow incurred her displeasure, and 
succeeded at once in gaining an appointment for their 
meeting at the Play, by his boasting that for her sake, 
as being the finer woman of the two, he would break an 
engagement made previously with another. There is 
the story : <voila tout I Wycherley dedicated the 
printed Comedy to her Grace, in 1672, with profuse 
compliments, although admitting that she stood " as 
little in need of flattery, as her beauty did of art." 

Of her it seems true, as the Earl of Dorset described 
Sedley's daughter, the Countess of Dorchester : — 

J_/orinda's sparkling wit and eyes, 
United, cast too fierce a light, 
Which blazes high, but quickly dies, 
Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. 

Love is a calmer, gentler joy, 
Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace, 
Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, 
That runs his link full in your face. 

The Song " A wife I do hate" is incorrectly given in 
Windsor Drollery, 1672, p. 10. It is answered the same 
year, in R. V.'s 'New Court Songs,' p. 116, begin- 
ning :— 

A Wife I adore 
If either she's constant or civil, &c. 

In Westminster Drollery we have probably the earliest 
and best printed version of Wycherley's Song, 167 1. 
In the play, we find a few variations, not improve- 
ments : — A Spouse I ; ivho nothing will ask us ; Her 

love 



APPENDIX. ix. 

love [wrong] ; takes her ; Without an Act ; When 
parents. Music by Pelham Humphrey in Pills p.m., 
v- 173- 

Page 6. Wert thou but half so "wise. 

Notice the use of the term of " Beauty's after-math," 
or autumnal final-crop, a word again brought into use : 

(Once again the fields we mow, 
And gather in the aftermath. 

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers, 
Is this harvesting of ours ; 

Not the upward clover bloom ; 
But the rowen mixed with weeds, 
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, 
Where the poppy drops its seeds 

In the silence and the gloom.) 

See Longfellow's recent volume. We find Cupid assailed 
with the Castlemaine epithet, which as Macaulay says 
"might most justly have been applied to her own child- 
ren." The attack on Lucretia may seem atrocious, but 
is not without precedent. Theo. Beza has 

Sifuit ille tibi Lucretia, gratus adulter, 
Immerito merita proemia morte petis, etc. 

Which Thomas Hey wood renders, in his Epigram on 
Lucrece : — 

If to thy bed the adulterer welcome came, 
O Lucrece, then thy death deserves no fame. 
If force were offred, give true reason why, 
Being clear thy selfe thou for his fault wouldst dye ? 
Therefore in vaine thou seekst thy fame to cherish, 
Since mad thou fal'st, or for thy sinne dost perish. 
(T. H.'s Pleasant Dialogues and Dramas, 

edit. 1637, p. 268.) 
Heywood also gives one from Antonio Casanova, Of 
Lucrece, beginning : — 

" Why Lucrece better might herself have slaine 
Before the act, than after her black staine," &c. 
He glorifies her for having by self-murder caused her 

country 



x. APPENDIX. 

country to be freed from the yoke of the Tarquins. It 
is on p. 279 of the same volume : — 

Dicite, cum melius cadcre ante Lucrctia posset, 
Cur potius "voluit post scelus ilia mori. 

But this enfranchisement she could scarcely have fore- 
seen. And, even as Shakespeare gives it, in the popular 
acceptance of the legend, the Roman Matron's con- 
duct is unsatisfactory. Threatened by Tarquin, she 
should have courted death sooner than accept dis- 
honour; but she feared to leave a caluminated name 
behind, more than she loathed the outrage. She was 
excelled in virtue and self-sacrifice by many of our 
noble English ladies, who voluntarily died, during the 
Indian Mutiny, of 1857, t0 preserve their chastity. 

Sir Francis Kynaston, in his " Cynthiades ; or, 
Amorous Sonets," 1642, p. 133, has a Poem to Cynthia, 
his Mistress; on Seeing and Touching, which begins 
thus :— 

Wert thou as kinde as thou art faire, 

All men might have a part, 
And breathe thee freely as the ayre : 

For {Cynthia) thou art 
In the superlative degree 

More beauteous than the light, 
And as the Sun art made to be 

An object for the sight. &c. 

And in Cotgrave's Wit's Interpreter (1655, p. 102 ; 
167 1, p. 209) is another song, entitled Disdain Returned; 
to which Henry Lawes set music : — 

W ert thou much fairer than thou art, 
Which lies not in the power of art; 
Or hadst thou in thy eyes more darts 
Than ever Cupid shot at hearts ; 
Yet if they were not shot at me, 
I should not cast a thought on thee. 

I'd rather marry a disease, 

Than court the thing I cannot please ; 

She 



APPENDIX. xi. 

She that would cherish my desires, 
Must court my flames with equal fires. 
What pleasure is there in a kiss, 
To him that doubts her heart not his ? 

I love thee not because th' art fair, 
Softer than down, smoother than air : 
Nor for the Cupids that do lie 
In every corner of thy eye; 

Would you then know what it may be ? 

' Tis I love you, cause you love me. 

Henry Bold, in his " Latine Songs," 1685, turns the 
above into " Si prtesuisses formula," etc., p. 29. 

Page 7. Alas ! ivhat shall I do. 

This rollicking Drinking Song is, almost certainly, by 
Captain William Hicks. In his "Grammatical 
Drollery," 1682, p. 104, it is printed more effectively 
in half lines. Al lect. : — 1. Muse afoot; 2. die [dye] 
my wit in grain ; 'Tis the only; 3. for to obey ; ' That 
commands me do't : 'Tis they; It is, mark you that, 
I'm a Cup; spoke sense. 

Page 8. Silvia, tell me, &c. 

Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 21 : In 2nd verse 
misreads : 'tis he that I love. 

Page 10. Wherever I am, and whatever I do. 

By John Dryden, in his "Almanzor and Almahide ; 
or, the Conquest of Grenada," Part 1st., Act iv. sc. 2, 
1 67 1, a song addressed to Lyndaraxa. Given in" Hive," 
1724, i. p. 231, "The Fond Lover;" elsewhere as 
" Phillis Always," and "The Confession." Music to it 
is in Pills to p.m., iii, 163. Corrections, by Dryden folio, 
1701, i, 406 : — 2. heart bounds; awake; [_sad dream : 
wrong] ; for ever be kind. Music, by Alph. Marsh, in 
"Choice Ayres," i. 29. 

Page 11. Poor Celia once ivas very fair. 

A song by Thomas Flatman, called "The Advice;" 

among 



xii. APPENDIX. 

among his Poems, ed. 1686. Given also in "Windsor 
Drollery/' p. 19, and with the Music in Pills to Purge 
Melancholy, iii. 153, 1719, as " Catlia's Complaint.'' 
Flatman has — her dainty cheek ; one was not ; to ivalk 
along; at the door; She dropt a tear (n.b.) See note 
on p. 118. 

Page 12. World thou art so ivicked grozvn. 

A lively contrast between the smug Precisian and needy 
Cavalier, written probably before the Restoration. 
Ben Jonson in his Masque song of Cook Lbrrel, 162 1, 
had not forgotten the sanctified upturning of the Form- 
alist's eyes. They help to diversify the banquet when 
appropriately cooked : — 

"He called for a Puritan poacht, 

That used to turn up the whites of his eyes." 

At p. 14 the Reader may deliberate betwixt Rodo- 
montade and Rhodomontade, as a correction ; while 
our Etymologists are squabbling against each other. 

P. 14. Hoiv unhappy a Lover. 

By John" Dryden, in part 2 of his " Conquest of 
Grenada," A61 iv. Sc. 3, Given in Windsor Drollery, 
p. 1. The interlocuters, in the play, are "He and She." 
The Dryden folio, 1701, i. 452, has : — 2. But to pity; 3. 
desire ; fire ; 4. Yet at least (or, in Windsor D.,%uorst); 
5. O ye Gods ; 6. to your Love; souls to meet closer 
above. Music, by Nicholas Staggins, in " Choice 
Ayres," 1676, i. 32. 

Page 16. Come live ivith me, &c. 

A shameless " Mock," or parody, on what Isaak Walton 
calls " that smooth song which was made by Kit Mar- 
low, now at least fifty years ago" — that is, before 1593, 
Marlow having died at end of May in that year ; "and 
the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was 
made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days" 
('The Compleat Angler,' 1653, chapter 2). The sage 
mother naturally chose the common-sense .rebuke, 

while 



APPENDIX. xiii. 

while the romantic damsel as fitly inclined to the im- 
passioned pleading of the Lover. These two songs, dear 
to all who know anything of English poetry : " Come 
live with me, and be my Love!" and "If all the world 
and love were young," are in " England's Helicon," 
1600, and Dr. Hannah's "Courtly Poets," 1870, pp. 
10, 11. 

, Page 17. Hoiv severe is forgetful Old Age. 

With music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
Book 1. p. 30. Omits Yet in verse 2; wheresoever I 
g°- 

Page 18. Never persuade me to 't. 

The sense is here obscured by defective punctuation. 
Read : — I therefore breathe ; alas ! you know, &c. ; In- 
flame, as poysons do, only prepare &c. Thus in 
Windsor D., p. 10. 

Page 24. All the flatteries of Fate. 

Windsor Drollery, p. 11, reads: — pleasures of State, 
There's nothing ; does ; If to love ; still languishing 
little, at length ; And when; To be interr'd [wrong]. 

Page 25. Love that is screw' 'd a pitch, &c. 

Windsor D., p. 6, corrects : — a pin too high; my Cloris 
frowns ; she the ivhole world droivns. 

Page 27. O fain 'would I before I die. 

Evidently, this ought to be divided into three stanzas 
of 8 lines each. The last verse is especially beautiful. 
Omitting this altogether, an inferior version appears 
in 1 7 16 edition of Dryden's Miscellany Poems, ii, 201 
(not in 1702 edit.), as A Song, beginning "Fain would 
I, Chloris, e'er I die," &c, here given. It is thence 
copied into Nichol's collection of Poems, 1780, i. 176. 
With Henry Lawes' music, it appeared in John Play- 
ford's "Select Ayres and Dialogues," 1659, p. 39, as A 
Lover's. Legacie : — 

2 Fain 



xiv. APPENDIX. 

j* ain would I, Chloris, e'er I die, 
Bequeath you such a Legacy, 
That you might say when I am gone, 
None hath the like : My Heart alone 
Were the best gift I could bestow, 

But that's already yours, you know. 
So that 'till you my Heart resign, 
Or fill with yours the place of mine, 
And by that grace my btore renew, 
I shall have nought worth giving you ; 
Whose breast has all the Wealth I have, 
Save a faint carcase and a grave : 
But had I as many Hearts as hairs, 
As many lives as Love has fears, 
As many lives as years have hours, 
They should be all and only yours. 

Page 28. Thus all our life long, 
A Shepherds' May-pole Song, by Thomas Shadwell, 
in Act iii. of his tragi-comedy, "The Royal Shepherd- 
ess," 1669; with a fourth verse, omitted from West- 
minster Drollery : — 

4. With our delicate Nymphs we kiss and we toy, 
What all others but dream of, we daily enjoy ; 
With our Sweet-hearts we dally so long till we find 
Their pretty Eyes say that their hearts are grown kind : 
And when we have done, we laugh and lie down, 
And to each pretty Lass we give a green Gown. 
The entire scene forms a charming Pastoral : It gives 
us a glimpse into Arcadia : — 

Life without Labour ; full of joy, 
And free from all Oppressors' wrong. 
The shepherds sing : — 

Here our own proper flocks of sheep 
We may in pleasant safety keep. 
Here a perpetual Spring does cloathe the Earth 
And makes it fruitful with each season's birth. 
In this fair climate every day 
Is fresh and green as May, 
And here no beauty can decay. They 



APPENDIX. xv. 

They tell of the Jolly Shepherds' life : — 

2. 

Free from all cares, in pleasant shades 

And fragrant bowers, we spend the day — 

( Bowers which no heat, nor cold invades, 

Which all the year are fresh and gay); 

Each does his loving Mate embrace, 
And in soft pleasures melts the hours away, 

So innocently that no face 
Of Nymph or Shepherd can a guilt betray : 
And having ease, the Nurse of Poetry, 

We sing the Stories of our Loves, 

As chaste as Turtle- Doves, 
Free from all fear and jealousie, 

From every envious eye : 
For every man possesses but his own, 
No Shepherd sighs, nor Shepherdess does frown : 

No Ambition here is found, 
But to be crown'd 

Lord or Lady of the May; 

And on the Solemn Day 

For singing to have praise, 
Or for inditing to deserve the Bayes. 

Thus, thus live we, &c. 

3- 
In the cool evening, on the lawns we play, 

And merrily pass our time away. 
We dance, and run, and pipe and sing, 

And wrastle in a Ring : 
For some gaudy wreaths of flowers, 
Cropt from the fruitful fields, and bowers, 
By some pretty Nymphs compos'd, 
By their fair hands to be dispos'd 
To those ambitious Shepherds, who 
With virtuous emulation strive to do 
What may deserve the Garlands, and (obtain'd) 
Are prouder far than Princes that have gain'd 

In fight their valour's prize, 
Or over stubborn Nations victories ; 
Whilst in the adjoining grove the Nightingale 

Does tell her mournful tale, And 



xvi. APPENDIX. 

And does our pleasures greet 

With each note 
So sweet, so sweet, so sweet 
From her pretty jugging, jugging throat. 

It does each breast inspire 
With loving heat and with poetic fire. 
Thus, thus live we, &c. 

4- 
We live aloof from Destiny 

(That only quarrels with the Great,) 
And in this calm retreat 
( Content with Nature uncorrupted) we 
From splendid miseries of Courts are free. 
From pomp and noise, from pride, and fear, 
From factions, from divisions clear, 
Free from brave beggary, smiling strife : 

This is indeed a Life 1 
No flaws in Titles vex our cares, 
Nor quarrel we for what's our own, 
No noise of War invades our ears, 
We suffer not the rage of Sword or Gown. 
Our little cabins stronger are 
Than palaces, to keep out woes ; 
Nor ever take we care 
To fortifie 'gainst any foes, 
But little showers of rain, or hail, 
Which seldom do this place assail. 
Thus, thus live we, &c. 
And then the shepherds and shepherdesses take hands 
round and dance, as they sing the song given in our 
text : " Thus all our life long we are frolick and gay." 
Music by John Banister, in " Choice Ayres." 1676, i. 15. 
The list of country sports and games, in the original 
play, runs thus : — 

At Trap and at Keels, and at Barlibreak run, 
At Goff, and at Stool-ball, &c. 
For Keels, or Kayles (Ninepins) see Strutt's "Sports 
& Pastimes," Hone's ed., 1838, pp. 270, 382, 102, 103. 
Notice, also, the allusion to taking Larks by means of 
a Daze, or dazzling bit of looking-glass, to which they 

descend, 



APPENDIX. xvii. 

descend, as though mistaking the reflection for another 
Sun, and so are entrapped. Tom D'Urfey, of face- 
tious memory, has a humorous Song, sung at the 
wedding of Mary the Buxom, beginning, 

rt Come all, great, small, short, tall, 

Away to Stool-ball ; 

Down in a vale on a summer's day, 

All the lads and lasses met to be merry, 

A match for Kisses at Stool-ball play, 

And for Cakes and Ale and Sider [Cyder] and Perry." 

It is in Act iii. Sc. 2 of his "Don Quixote" opera, Part 
3rd., 1696. With the music, given in Pills P.M., i. 91. 
" Dun in the Mire," a Yule-log sport, is men- 
tioned in W. D., Pt. ii. p. 34. So in Chaucer, the 
Manciple's Prologue, " And saide, ' Sirs, what ? Dun 
is in the Mire.' " 

Page 29. On the bank of a brook. 
We gain the useful correction of " some far desert," 
instead of " fair," in the last verse of this delightful 
song, from Windsor Drollery, p. 23. Other variations 
are : — that grozv ; might their Love ; Ah ! said ; And 
Envy; it ivould stay, Would quickly, alas, make it 
aivay [wrong] ; And a neuu world to, &c. Music by 
John Banister, in Choice Ayres, i. 34. Reads : — should 
stay, Will too soon, alas ! make it decay. 

Page 30. Cellamina, of my heart. 
It is printed dialogue-fashion in Windsor D., p. 101, 
verses headed alternately Damon and Celamina. Va- 
riations ; — If ivith your ; I shall ; works the quicker : 
Love by quarrel ; Physician's wit; Fever; rouzes ; spur 
to vain delight ; at the height ; ver. 6. is corrupt. 

Pages 31 and 116. Beneath a Myrtle shade. 
Another of John Dryden's songs, in his ' Conquest of 
Grenada,' Part I. Act iii., during the performance of 
the Zambra Dance. Music, by John Banister, in " Choice 
Ayres," i. 37. In the Hive, i. 157, entitled "The Lover's 
Dream." The two copies given in Westm. D. differ 

slightly 



xviii. APPENDIX. 

slightly from that in Dryden's first folio, 1701, i. 399 
(where we read " Which Love for none" but happy 
Lovers made,"), and from each other. " Jove for none" 
and "Virgin's head " are peculiar to Westm. D., and 
may be authentic from original MS. Our second part 
copy gives the final verse correctly; the other twice 
corrupts it. 

' Glorious John ' gave us here a charming lyric. At 
his best, what a true poet he was ! Master of the 
sweetest and most thrilling chords. In grasp of power 
he is kingly. He employs the witchery of echoing 
sound, in the repetitions of the first verse : • 

" Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
Flow'rs, which so press'd by her, became more 
sweet." 

Also, in his "Cymonand Iphigenia," with perfection of 
melody : — 

" The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, 
To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose : 
The fanning wind and purling streams continue her 
repose. 

Page 33. As I lay all alone. 

Also in Windsor D., p. 112. Al. lect. — restless mind ; 
that caused my woes ; Which so ; first I saw ; now am 
left ; Noiv farewel ; it now has. 

Page 35. There 'was, and there tvas. 

In our own time with cheap and rapid postal commu- 
nication, we associate the 14th of February and its 
calendar saint with little beyond the sending or receiv- 
ing of Valentines, — letters, flowers, and gift-books. But 
two or three hundred years ago, though Valentine gifts 
were interchanged, there were also memorable customs : 
1st., the drawing of Valentines by Lot; 2nd., (by su- 
perior good fortune) the having as first visitor in the 
morning (like a New Year's First Foot in the North) 
the person whose love was to enrich the following 
twelvemonth. 

Let 



APPENDIX. xix. 

Let the pretty Lyric in Part ii. p. 41, beginning, "As 
youthful Day put on his best," and also Ophelia's 
song, "Tomorrow it is St. Valentine's Day," suffice in 
reference to the latter custom, along with one which 
before 1756 Dr. Arne set to music : — 

Valentine's Day. 

When blushes dy'd the cheek of Morn, 
And dew-drops glisten' d on the thorn, 
When sky-larks tun'd their carols sweet, 
To hail the God of light and heat, 
Philander from his downy bed 
To fair Lisetta's chamber sped, 
Crying, Awake, sweet love of mine, 
I'm come to be thy Valentine, &c. 

Clio & Euterpe, 1762. i. 196. 

As regards the Drawing of Mates by Lot, Douce says, 
in his ' Illustrations of Shakespeare : ' "It was the 
practice in ancient Rome, during a great part of the 
month of February, to celebrate the Lupercalia, which 
were feasts in honour of Pan and Juno, whence the 
latter deity was named Februata, Februalis, and Feb- 
rulla. On this occasion, amidst a variety of ceremonies, 
the names of young ivomen ivere put into a box, from 
ivhich they ivere draivn by the men as chance directed. 
The pastors of the early Christian church . . . substi- 
tuted the names of particular Saints, instead of the 
women's; and as the festival of the Lupercaliahad com- 
menced about the middle of February, they appear to 
have chosen St. Valentine's day for celebrating the new 
feast, because it occurred nearly at the same time . . . 
It was utterly impossible to extirpate altogether any 
ceremony to which the common people had been much 
accustomed . . . Choosing mates would gradually be- 
come reciprocal in the sexes ; and all persons so chosen 
would be called Valentines from the day on which the 
ceremony took place." 

Absurd as may be the Poem at p. 35, it gives a valu- 
able contemporary picture of the Drawing ; a record 
of a custom already nearly past away. William Cart- 
wright 



xx. APPENDIX. 

wright, who died young, about 1638, in the posthumous 
collection of his Poems, 165 1, p. 242, has left us the 
following poem on the subject : — 

No Drawing of Valentines. 

Cast not in Chloe's Name among, 
The common undistinguish'd throng, 

1*1 neither so advance 

The foolish raign of chance, 

Nor so depress the throne 

Whereon Love sits alone : 
If I must serve my passions, I'l not owe 
Them to my fortune ; ere I love, PI know. 

Tell me what God lurks in the Lap 
To make that councel, we call Hap ? 

What power conveighs the name ? 

Who to it adds the flame ? 

Can he raise mutual fires, 

And answering desires ? 
None can assure me that I shall approve 
Her whom I draw, or draw her whom I love. 

No longer then this Feast abuse, 

You choose and like, I like and choose ; 

My flame is try'd and just, 

Yours taken up on trust. 

Hail thus blest Valentine, 

And may my Chloe shine 
To me and none but me, as I beleeve 
We ought to make the whole year but thy Eve. 

Well might Ben Jonson declare, * My son Cartwright 
writes all like a man [' (Compare the notes on pp. 41 
and 79 of Part 2.) 

Page 37. Was ever man so c vex > d ivith a Trull ? 

Not improbably this is by Captain William Hicks, or 
Hickes ; the author of the three songs which immedi- 
ately follow it. In the first part of "Oxford Drollery," 
1 67 1, devoted to his own writings, is another of similar 
character, p. 23, entitled 

The 



APPENDIX. xxi. 

The New Scolding Wife. 
(Tune, Gossips' Fro lick.) 

1 ' VV as ever man so vex'd with a wife 
As I poor Humphrey Dory ? 
For now I am weary of my life, 
As you will find by the story ; 
For every night she beats me, 
And every day she cheats me, 
She flounces and kicks, and she plays her tricks, 
And this is the way she treats me. 

2. When once a week but two pence I spend, 

With my neighbours at a meeting, 
She presently after us doth send, 

And then she begins her greeting : 
But when I do but come in, Sir, 
Then she begins to grin, Sir, 
To kick and to fling, and to make the house ring, 
With i A pox take ye,' where have you been, 
Sir?' 

3. When then quoth I, ' I lately went out 

To speak with my Neighbour Pury' — 
But before I can turn my self about 

She flies at me like a Fury : 
' How dare you go out o' th' doors, Sir ? 



Fie make you to sit, to spin and to knit, 
And never offend me more, Sir. 5 

4. Then down on my Mary-bones I fall, 
And cry to her peccwvi ,• 
Or else she begins to scold and to brawl, 

And swear all the Town shall not save ye. 
Nay, if you do but quatch, Sir, 
Or offer to draw the Latch, Sir, 
Fie set up my note, and Pie bang your Coat, 

And I think you have met with your match, 
Sir.' 

The Roxburgh Collection of Ballads gives us another, 
" The Cruell Shrow ; or, the Patient Man's Woe," be- 
ginning " Come, batchelers and married men and listen 

to 



xxii. APPENDIX. 

to my Song" (I. 28; Bd. Soc, vol. i. p. 94), written 
by Arthur Halliarg, between 1607 and 1641. The 
subject was a favourite. Honest Dekker makes special 
mention of " the Humours of the Patient Man, and the 
Impatient Wife," as an attraction, on the title page of 
his best Comedy, 1604, 1630. 

Page 40 — 43. My Mistress she is fully known, &c. 

Both this song and " My Mistress she loves Dignities" 
are repeated, eleven years later, in Grammatical Drol- 
lery, consisting of . . Poems and Songs by W[illiam] 
H[icks], 1682; on pp. 62, 63. In the same volume are 
two more of similar character by him : * My Mistress 
is all the Genders,' beginning " And first she's 
counted Masculine;" with 'My Mistress understands all 
the Cases,' beginning ", My Mistress she hath policie." 
Both are to the same tune as the first in W. D., 
viz., ' Shackle de Hay,' or e Shackley Hay' (Young 
Palmus; for music of which see Chappell, p.m., 368). 
These four Songs, popular in their day, help to give 
title and character to this latest and least interesting of 
the Drolleries. 

Diff. Readings : She'll searce them (qu., for search ?) 
3. Magister is her Master; 7 Had happy been had 
they ne'er knew. In second song: — no comparison to be; 
Trade. For Audax boldly said unto her, Y'are 
positively known. 

She is still to durus hard, 
And often with siveet dulcis jarr'd j 
Which made kind tristis very sad, 
To see poor Pauper us'd so bad. 

3. With any alive, In all the illiberal sciences 
Which she has learned by Degrees, 
Nay, ivas more hard to durior 
Than all the rest o' 'th' Creiv before. 

4. Last I Superlative her call, 

'Cause she'll be uppermost of all. 
And yet, although she was so high, 
Lov'd underneath her self to lie; 

And 



APPENDIX. xxiii. 

And us'd durissimus, I hear. 

The hardest of all, when he came there. 

5. Thus have I t'ye my Mistress shown, 
How she is Positively known ; 
And Comparatively too, 
She did out-learn the rest o' th' Crew; 
And of her being Superlative, 
'Cause she'd be highest of any alive. 

Page 44. Wife pr'ethee come, &c. 

Probably by Captain William Hicks, as it is in his 
"Grammatical Drollery," there beginning "Wife, 
comegi' me thy hand now !" Two verses are coupled 
into one. Verses 3 and 4 of Westminster Drollery are 
omitted. She declares that she will have "every iveek 
a new gown." 

Page 47. Make ready, fair Lady, to-night. 

This is Warner's ' new Song,' in Act iv. of Sir Martin 
Mar-All,' by John Dryden, 1668. Moody makes 
comment, on hearing it : — " Bodykins ! I like not that, 
to cozen her old Father ; it may be my own case 
another time." We should be sorry to lose Dryden's 
comedies, even for the sake of an equivalent epic, such 
as he was capable of giving. Sir Walter says in Mar- 
mion : — 

" And Dryden, in immortal strain, 
Had raised the Table Round again, 
But that a ribald King and Court 
Bade him toil on, to make them sport; 
Demanded for their niggard pay, 
Fit for their souls, a looser lay, 
Licentious satire, song, and play." 

Page 47. To little or no purpose, &c. 

This song is by Sir George Etherege, in Act v. Sc. 
I, of his comedy " She Would if she Could," 1668. The 
music was set by John Eccles, and is among his collected 
Songs (n. d., but about 1704), p. 73. There is a viva- 
city 



xxiv. APPENDIX. 

city about Etherege which no change of fashion, no 
outcry of prurient prudes, can drive into oblivion. The 
comedy has been attacked with acrimony, cela va sans 
dire ; especially by Sir Richard Steele in the Spectator 
(No. li., April, 1 711). We like Steele, personally, 
quite as well as Addison, but we are not always im- 
pressed by his hot and cold fits of moral indignation. 
As Charles Lamb has it, " a worn-out sinner is some- 
times found to make the best declaimer against sin. 
The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his un- 
regenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his 
new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) 
to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men." 

Page 48. My name is honest Harry. 

Probably a new Song in 167 1. It has always since 
been popular, both in this its original dress (given by 
Jamieson, Pop. Bds., ii. 285 ; by Ritson, Engl. Sgs., i. 
149; in Hive, ii. 183, and in W. H. Logan's amusing 
Pedlar's Pack, p. 317, from W. D.), and in its later 
transformation — "My name's Honest Harry, O! Mary 
I will marry, O;" three stanzas modernized, as sung 
by Annette in Leonard Mc. Nally's Opera of " Robin 
Hood; or, Sherwood Forest," 1784. With music, this 
appears in "Calliope," edit. 1788, p. 324. The words are 
in Bullfinch, Roundelay, &c, various editions. 

Page 50. I saiv a Peacock, &c. 

To the reader's eye this is injured, in its fun, by the 
commas, which guide too quickly to the true sense. It 
ought to be, as a puzzle, wholly without punctuation. 
Twenty years ago it was still a favourite of school boys. 
" My wishes greet : The English Fleet" is less known. 
A third is " I hold as faith, What Rome's church saith," 
or, " What England's Church allows." Printed in 
"Wit's Recreations," London, 1640, Reprint, p. 294. 

Page 51. I'll tell you true, ivhither doth stray. 

A different and inferior version is in ' e Wit Restored," 
1658, (Reprint, p. 231), as a Mock-Song to Thomas 
Carew's beautiful ' Reply,' beginning, "Ask 



APPENDIX. xxv. 

xs Ask me no more, whither do stray 
The golden atoms of the day ? 
For, in pure love, heaven did prepare 
Those powders to enrich your hair." 

This seems the accepted first verse, and not " Ask me 
no more, where Jove bestows," &c, as given in W. C. 
Hazlitt's scholarly edition of Carew, Roxburghe Li- 
brary, 1870, p. 125. Wit Restored gives the (appar- 
ently) original ' Question/ — " I aske thee whence 
those ashes were V Carew's Reply; the present Mock- 
Song (corrupt version, loc. cit.,) beginning "I'll tell you 
true, whereon doth light The dusky shade of banisht 
night"); and two more of the group, "The Moderatix," 
and " The Affirmative Answer," beginning respectively 
*' Fie tell you where another Sun," and " Oh no, heaven 
saw men's fancyes stray." Tennyson has been to the 
same fount : cf . his Si Ask me no more : the moon may 
draw the sea," in "The Princess." 

Page 52. Noble, lovely, virtuous creature. 

By Sir Henry Wotton, who died in 1639. This and 
the two following poems are given in the ' Reliquics 
Wottoniance? pubd. in 165 1 ; respectively on pp. 492, 
493, 499, 2nd edition, 1654. As to "William," in the 
text, he is Sergeant Hoskins; and "Harry" is Wotton 
himself. See the admirable memoir of the poet, by 
piscatorial lza.sk Walton, prefixed to the Reliquice. 

Page 54. You meaner Beauties of the Night. 

As already mentioned, this is by Sir Henry Wotton, 
written about 1620, and printed in Reliquice Wotton- 
ia7i<e, where the title is "On his Mistriss, the Queen of 
Bohemia." She died in 1662, aged 66. See Thomas 
Park's edition, 1806, of H. Walpole's Catal. Royal and 
Noble Authors, i. 146, wherein she is mentioned, as 
"The amiable daughter of James I. to whom Lord 
Harington was preceptor, and whose marriage with the 
Prince Palatine, afterwards King of Bohemia, was so- 
lemnised with a profuseness of expense and pageantry, 
3 that 



xxvi. APPENDIX. 

that materially contributed to drain her father's ex- 
chequer. But this match, as Hume observes, though 
celebrated with great joy and festivity, proved itself a 
very unhappy event. . . In 1619 the Elector was made 
King of Bohemia." 

Dr. Hannah notes that " it was printed with music as 
early as 1624, in Est's Sixth Set of Books, and is found 
in many MSS." (Courtly Poets, Aldine ed., 95). We 
find it a century afterwards adapted to Abiel Whichello's 
tune, "Would fate to me Belinda give." The lengthened 
version in Allan Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany, about 
1739, is there mistakenly "said to be made in honour 
of our Sovereign Lady Mary Queen of Scots;" but 
not following the Aberdeen Cantus of 1682, 3rd ed. 
No. liv (which has " my Mistriss shine :" 8 verses). To 
point the moral and adorn the tale, the fifth Northern 
verse runs : — 

" But ah ! poor Light, Gem, Voice, and Smell, 

What are ye if my Mary shine ? 
Moon, Diamond, Flowers and Philomel, 

Light Lustre Scent and Musick tine, 

And yield to Merit more divine." 

We prefer Wotton pure and simple to this Scottified 
version. The appropriation is almost as cool as that 
employed in regard to Sir Charles Sedley's exquisite 
Song, "Ah, Chloris ! could I now but sit," in his "Mul- 
berry Garden," Act iii. Sc. 2, 1665-8, (ill assigned to 
Duncan Forbes, of Culloden). Reliq. Wotton. reads : — 
3. Your pure purple; 4. (last lines) 

By Vertue first, then choyce a Queen, 
Tell me, if she were not design'd 
Th' Eclypse and Glory of her kind ? 

In Additional MS. No. 22, 118, Brit. Museum, is a 6 
verse copy signed Sir Henry Wotton. The stanzas 
run, 1. You m.; 2. Violets, 3. Chanters; 4. You glori- 
ous t; 5. So when ; 6. The Rose. We give 4. and 6. 
from the Hive, ii. 168) : — 

4. You glorious trifles of the east, 
Whose estimation fancies raise 

Pearls, 



APPENDIX. xxv 

Pearls, rubies, sapphires, and the rest 
Of g-litt'ring gems ; what is your praise 
When the bright diamond shews his rays ? 

6. The rose, the violet, the whole spring, 
Unto her breath for sweetness run ; 

The diamond's darken'd in the ring; 
If she appear, the moon's undone, 
As in the presence of the sun. 



Page 55. And noiv all Nature, &c. 

Also by Sir Henry Wotton, Reliquiae Wotton, p. 
499 ; where its first title is " On a Bank as I sate a 
Fishing." In line 7, "my friend" is probably Izaak 
Walton, of whom Byron declares, ungratefully : — 

" The quaint old cruel coxcomb, in his gullet 
Should have a hook — and a small trout to pull it." 

And this merely because the Angler advised us to in- 
sert the hook in the frog tenderly, " as though you 
loved him ! " The " Syllabub under a tree " was a 
favourite treat, in songs. Last line read : the New, &c. 

Page 56. Stay, Shepherd, &c. 

In the Hive, iv. 76, 1732, is a different and shorter ver- 
sion, 5 stanzas, beginning "Stay, Shepherd, stay, I 
pr'ythee stay !" entitled u The Lover's Enquiry." 

Page 59. A blithe and bonny Country Lass. 

By Thomas Lodge, b. 1556, d. abt. 1625. Entitled 
"Coridon's Song," it appears in "England's Helicon," 
1600 (J. P. Collier's Blue Series Reprint, p. 129). It is 
in Lodge's " Rosalynde : Euphues' Golden Legacie," 
1590. Variations numerous. 

Page 61. If Love be Life &c. 

Joseph Ritson (English Songs, 1783, i. 126) gives this, 
as by Francis Davison, " son of William Davison, 
Secretary to Queen Elizabeth, who suffered so much 
through that Princess's caprice and cruelty in the tra- 
gical 



xxviii. APPENDIX. 

gical affair of Mary Queen of Scots." Title, " Dispraise 
of Love and Love's Follies," in Davison's " Poetical 
Rhapsody," Ode x., printed in 1602, In Harl. MS. 
280, foL 103, assigned to A. W. 

Page 62. I serve Amynta, ®c. 

Signed by "Shepherd Tonie," in England's Helicon," 
1 600; where it is entitled "Montana the Shepherd, 
his love to Aminta." J. P. Collier's Reprint, p. 124, 
Read stream, in verse 2. 

Page 63. Shepherd, ivhafs Love, &c. 

" In e England's Helicon,' 1600, with the first signature 
[Raleigh's initials] obliterated [by pasting over them a 
slip of paper with the word f Ignoto'], and ascribed to 
<S. W. Rawly' in F. Davison's list, Harl. MS. 280, 
fol. 99. It is anonymous in Davison's ' Poetical Rhap- 
sody,' 1602, 8:c, as ' The Anatomy of Love,' with no 
distinction of dialogue, and the first line running, ' Now 
what is love, I pray thee tell r' An imperfect copy of 
the first and last stanzas forms 'the third song' in T. 
Heywood's i Rape of Lucrece,' 1608, &c." 

We borrow this note from Dr. Hannah, a safe author- 
ity, who gives the song as Sir Walter Raleigh's. 
He does not mention the Westminster D. copy. He 
also notes that "Sauncing bell is frequently used for 
e Saint's bell,' quod adsancta vocat" " Sauncing bell " 
is probably a variation of phrase from the Sanctus or 
Passing Bell, tolling to bid hearers pray for the soul of 
a dying person. In our rural parishes, where it is still 
maintained, we have lost the pious use by not tolling 
until news arrives of the actual death. The dialogue 
here given to Tom and Will is between Meliboeus and 
Faustus. Variations : line 17, The Lasse saith no, and 
would full faine. Line 23, Then Nimphs take vantage 
ivhile ye may. 

Robert Heath, in his " Clarastella," 1650, p. 36, 
has a sort of Answer to this, entitled " The Quaere, 
What is Love?" beginning "'Tis a child of Phansies 
getting." 

Page 



APPENDIX. xxix. 

Page 64. Run to Love's Lottery. 

Music by A. Marsh, in Playford's "Choice Ayres," 
1676, i. 5. By Sir Wm. Davenant, in his tragedy, " The 
Unfortunate Lovers/' Act iii. Sc. 1, sung by Orna. 
The first edition was in 1643, another in 1649, but the 
song does not appear until after the Restoration, when 
it was added with another, and is in the folio edition of 
1673. Pepys saw the play in April, 1668. Folio 
reads : — When drawing your chance; to old bishop 
Valentine ; As if at night the god ; will be strewn ; 
willow, willow ; but so good as kindly to lay me ; ring. 

My Rose of youth is gone, 

Wither'd as soon as blown ! 

Lovers, go ring my knell ! 

Beauty and Love farewel ! 

And lest Virgins forsaken 

Should, perhaps, be mistaken 
In seeking my grave, Alas ! let them know 
I lye near a shade of Willow, willow. 

(Davenant' s Wks., 1673, p. 140.) 

In "Folly in Print," 1667, p. 72, is a song entitled The 
Lottery of Love, beginning, " Who draws most blanks, 
the most gets in." To an old devout tune. 

Page 65. Poor Chloris ivept. 

Given by George Ellis, in his Spec. E. English Poetry, 
1801, iii. 317, from " British Miscellany." He omits to 
mention the date, but it is probably much later than 
our copy. 

Page 67. Rocks, Shelves, and Sands. 

This lively song is by John Lyly, or Lilly (the author 
of " Euphues, the Anatomy of Wit," 1579, and " Eu- 
phues and his England," 1580 ; both reprinted by 
Edward Arber in his invaluable series of English Re- 
prints, 1868. Would that they were resumed ! ). It is 
in Lyly's "Gallathea," 1585, Act i. Sc. 4; sung after a 
shipwreck. In the first verse all sing together ("sands, 
and seas, farewell" ). Robin takes " Up ivere we," &c. 

The 



xxx. APPENDIX. 

The half-lines follow from Dicke and Raffe ; and the 
question asked by them all, answered by Robin. Raffe 
sings the joys of highwaymen, as preferable to being 
tost at sea. Dicke moralizes on the sound basis of the 
trade, and glances prospectively at the sus. per col, 
which may be his idea of natural death. A final verse, 
omitted from W. D., is this : — 

Omnes. " Rove then, no matter whither, 
In fair or stormy weather, 
And as wee live let's dye together, 
One hempen caper cuts a feather." 

This is as jovial unanimity as Fletcher's catch : — 

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, 
And three merry boys are we : 
As ever did sing three parts in a string, 
All under the triple tree. 

(Or, in Walter Scott's modernization, with more of 
taking Liberty and Fraternity than Equality : — 

Thou on the land, and I on the sand, 
And Jack on the gallows tree.) 

Page 69. Madam, I cannot court, &c. 
With variations, this is in Cotgrave's " Wit's Inter- 
preter," 1655, P- : 5 : J 67i, p. 119 (we have not seen 
edit. 1640), as "A Country Suitor to his Love," begin- 
ning " Fair Wench, I cannot court," &c. The differences 
are numerous, and show a skilful re-casting, our version 
being the better. 

Page 70. A Watch lost in a Tavern. 

Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 88; 1671, p. 194. 
Verbal differ.: — You knotv how men in; A Watch 
keeps time, and if time pass away, There is small rea- 
son that. Others inferior. 

Page 70. When as the Nightingale. 

This song was certainly written in English before 1658, 

at 



APPENDIX. xxxi. 

at which date died John Cleaveland who wrote a mock 
to it : not only parodying the single verse of our text, 
but also the other three verses, oddly omitted, now re- 
stored here. In the 1665 edition, p. 70 ; 1687, p. 65, of 
Cleaveland's Poems, it is entitled " Mark Anthony." 
Our fifth, sixth, and seventh lines are rightly printed in 
half lines. Here are the other verses : — 

2 

First on her cherry cheeks I mine eyes feasted, 
Thence fear of surfeiting made me retire ; 
Next on her warmer lips, which when I tasted 
My duller spirits made me active as fire; 
Then we began to dart, 
Each at another's heart, 
Arrows that knew no smart; 
Sweet Lips and smiles between. 

Never Mark Anthony, &c. 

3 
Wanting a glass to plate her Amber tresses, 
Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm, 
Gawdier than Juno wears when as she graces 
Jove with embraces more stately than warm ; 
Then did she peep in mine 
Eyes, humour Chrystalline, 
I in her eyes was seen, 
As if we one had been. 

Never Mark Anthony , &c. 

4 
Mystical grammer of Amorous glances, 
Feeling of pulses, the Physick of Love, 
Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances, 
Numb'ring of Kisses Arithmetick prove [:] 
Eyes like Astronomy, 
Straight-limb'd Geometry 
In her Art's Ingeny, 
Our wits were sharp and keen. 

Never Mark Anthony 
Dallied more wantonly 
With the fair ^Egyptian Queen. 

We 



xxxii. APPENDIX. 

We give the first verse of John Cleaveland's Mock- 
Song :— 

When as the Night-raven sang Pluto's Mat/ins, 
And Cerberus cry'd three Amens at a howl, 
When night-wand'ring Witches put on their pattins, 
Midnight as dark as their Faces were foul : 
Then did the Furies doom 
That the Night-Mare was come; 
Such a mis-shapen Groom 
Puts down Sir Pomfret clean. 
Never did Incubus 
Touch such a filthy Sus, 
As this foul Gypsie Quean. 

2nd verse begins, " First on her gooseberry cheeks I 
mine eye blasted." 3rd, " Like snakes ingend'ring 
were platted her tresses." 4th, "Mystical Magick of 
conjuring wrincles," &c. 

Page 73. Come, all you noble. 

For the ballad which furnished the tune, " Honour in- 
vites you to delights, Come to the Court and be made 
knights ! " — Verses upon the Order for making Knights 
of such persons who had £40 per annum, in King 
James the First's time — see Addit. MS. No. 5, 832, fol. 
205, Brit. Museum; and Chappell, P. M., i. 327: 

" Come, all you Farmers out of the Country," &c. 

Jacob Larwood's " Parks of London " may be usefully 
consulted, for an account of Hyde Park. 

Page 75- C°y one > I say, be gone ! 
Fortunately for us, it is difficult to understand what 
pleasure any writers of earlier time, or their readers, 
could find in loathsome portraitures of foulness. Yet 
even so happy a poet as Sir John Suckling, daintiest of 
debonair delineators, could indulge in such a hideous 
caricature as "The Deformed Mistress" — "I know 
there are some Fools," &c. (Last Remains of S. J. S., 
1659, p. 20.) Robert Browning admits : — 

"And 



APPENDIX. xxxiii. 

"And were I not, as a man may say, cautious 
How I trench, more than needs, on the nauseous, 
I could favour you with sundry touches, &c, 
The very object to make you shudder." 

Page 77. Ask me no more tuhy I do iveare. 

Originally one of the Mocks or parodies founded on 
Thomas Carew's charming song (already referred to, in 
note on p. 51). The present burlesque is a valuable 
record of the Cavaliers' fondness for what Puritan intol- 
erance styled " the unloveliness of Love-locks." The 
Roundheads affected close crops, of the jail-bird cut, 
whence their name. Bohemians have always associated 
elf locks and freedom of life. 

We find this dialogue in Harleian MS. No. 6396, 
fol. 19; omitting the last verse, about grass and sickle. 
It is not between a man and woman (M. and W.), but 
between Captain Long-haire and Alderman Short- 
haire, i.e. Cavalier and Roundhead. Al. lect. — mine 
eare ; 4. ivear long ; coldst ayre ; Keep the Temples ; 
Tell me (not "Ask"); extent below; mortgage theyr 
land ; fain obscure ; derives its pedigree. In verse 5, 
deboystness (MS.) is, of course, debauchery : cf. "The 
Tempest," Act iii. 2, "Why thou debosh'd fish, thou !" 

A Song which appeared in 1641, and is claimed for 
Samuel Butler (Posthumous Wks., 1730 edit., p. 67) 
pictures thus, 

THE ROUNDHEAD. 

"What creature's that, with his short hairs, 
His little band, and huge long ears, 

That this new faith hath founded ? 
The Saints themselves were never such, 
The Prelate ne'er ruled half so much, 

Oh, such a rogue's a Roundhead !" 

"It is recorded," says Fairholt, (who misprints "back- 
wind" for "back-friend,") "that these men guessed the 
morality of a man by the length of his hair, as Butler 
describes them to have done by his cap : 

' black caps ouerlaid with white 

Gave outward sign of inward light.' The 



xxxiv. APPENDIX. 

The rigid Puritans, who left this country for America 
in the early part of the reign of Charles I., published a 
manifesto against long hair in their new colony, in which 
they call it 'an impious custom, and a shameful prac- 
tice, for any man who has the least care for his soul to 
wear long hair;' and they therefore enact that it shall 
be rigidly cropped, and not allowed to be worn in 
churches, so that s those persons who, notwithstanding 
these rigorous prohibitions, and the means of correction 
that shall be used on this account, shall still persist in 
this custom, shall have both God and man at the same 
time against them.'" (Percy Soc, xxvii. 170, On 
Costume.) 

Page 79. That Beauty I adored before. 

In Mrs. Aphra Behn's lively comedy, " The Rover ; 
or, The Banished Cavaliers," Part 2, A61 v. Sc. 1, 
while La Nuche holds Willmore the Rover, he sings : — 

' ' No, no, I will not hire your Bed, 
Nor Tenant of your Favours be ; 
I will not farm your White and Red, 
You shall not let your Love to be : 
I court a Mistress — not a Landlady." 

(Plays, i. 168.) 
This may be merely a heedless quotation from the fifth 
verse of our text. But, as the " Forced Marriage" and 
"Amorous Prince" of "the divine Astrtea" appeared 
in 1671, it is not improbable that the entire song may be 
hers, though it does not appear among her Collected 
Poems. 

Page 83. Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse. 

By Richard Brome. It is Constance's Song in his 
comedy, "The Northern Lasse," 1632, A£t ii. Sc. 6. 
In " Choice Drollery," 1656, p. 4, entitled "Of a Wo- 
man that died for love of a Man." Compare the simi- 
lar, but more polished song in Part 2, p. 90, and Note. 

Page 84. A Taylor, but a man, &c. 

One of the best Epigrams by Sir John Harrington, 
he who wrote, "Treason 



APPENDIX. xxxv. 

" Treason doth never prosper : What's the reason ? 
For if it prospers,, none dare call it treason." (1615.) 

The Precise Taylor is not in the 161 5 edition of his 
Epigrams, but is in those of 1618, and 1633, No. 20. 
Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 310. The allusion to 
the "Bible of the new translation" shows that it was 
written soon after 161 1. Moreover, the burlesque is of 
the Precisian in the time of James, an early caricature, 
like Shakespeare's Malvolio as "a sort of Puritan. 
Later, the shadows were darkened, when the strife be- 
came deadly. 

Joseph Haslewood consulted the original MS. and 
notes in writing on his copy that the 161 8 version reads, 
"He found his fingers were to filch inclin'd, Bid him 
but have the Banner," &c. Other readings in orig. — 
thought a man ; tvas in a w. ; that one day he might 
finde ; walked mannerly, and talked ; three Lectures ; 
companies ; ev'n was drest ; sometime ; too large ; 
brought three ; To make Venetians doivne below the 
garters; three quarters ; Peace (Knave)-, colour' d silke 
in all the flagge. 

Page 84. /// tide this cruel Peace. 

Probably not written until after the Restoration, but in 
1660. From that time Anglo- "Scotch" songs were in 
favour; and it is amusing to see how many of them, 
made in London, were accepted in the North, and in 
changed attire still remain popular. 

Page 87. Tell me, you Anti-Saints. 

This is accredited to Dr. Richard Corbet, Bishop of 
Oxford, afterwards of Norwich ; b. 1582, d. 1635 (given 
with his signature in Sloane MS. No. 1446, fol. 11). His 
poems were not collected until 1647. Among them are 
his humourous "Journey into France," and the delicate 
trifling of his " Farewell to the Fairies;" for which he 
must always be remembered. Now may to these we 
add his "Time's Whistle," edited in 1871 for the E. E. 
Text Society, from the original manuscript in Canter- 
bury 



xxxvi. APPENDIX. 

bury Cathedral Library (under the guardianship of 
Canon Robertson, our great Church Historian), by that 
competent editor and genial spirit J. M. Cowper, at 
Faversham, but now of Lima, Peru, whose absence we 
deeply regret. 

The anecdotes concerning Bishop Corbet are un- 
usually racy : As of his helping an unsuccessful ballad- 
singer at Abingdon, by putting off his own gown and 
assuming the man's jacket, and thus disguised singing 
aloud the ballads for him in a clear full voice, and so 
winning customers for every broadsheet; Of his joke 
against clumsily obtrusive country-folks at a Confirma- 
tion, — "Bear off there, or I'll confirm you with my 
staff : " Of his bouts in good fellowship, at equal terms 
in the wine-cellar, with his chaplain, Dr. Lushington, 
when he put off his clerical vestments and descended 
into private life, exclaiming "There lies the Bishop !" 
and "There goes the Doctor ! " as hood and gown were 
laid aside, so that freedom remained for hob-nobbing 
with "Here's to thee, Corbet!" and "Here's to thee, 
Lushington ! " 

The short poem in our text has interest, far beyond its 
authorship, for archaeologists. Corbet (or Dr. Wm. 
Stroud,) also has another poem on the subject; Sloane 
MS. No. 1446, fol. 56, 6 : (Chalmers, B. P., v. 585 : 
"I know no painte of Poetry Can mend such colour'd 
imag'ry," &c.) Signed R. C. 

See Tho. Hearne's edit, of W. Roper's Vita D. 
Thomce Morice ; account of the Parish of Fairford, 1791 ; 
and Hist. Fairford church in Gloucestershire, 1763. 
John Keble was born at Fairford, in 1792. 

Page 88. Will you please to hear, &c. 

Our superfine taste is now shocked at the name of what 
Parson Evans calls "a familiar beast to man, and sig- 
nifies love." People shudder at Burns's Address, 
"Ha! wha're ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie ? " Tourists 
abroad are not so fastidious about naming F. sharps 
( the B. flats being confined to English sea-coast lodg- 
ings, always supposed to have been brought from town 



APPENDIX, xxxvii. 

in the fathers' own "portmantels"); as we noticed in 
Italy, and elsewhere. We remember seeing the follow- 
ing in an Hotel book : — 

At Brieg through fleas, 

I got no ease; 
But here at Iselle 

I sleep very well." 

{ This traveller was so enraptured with quiet ees, that 
he has forgotten the final e is not e mute.) Again : — 

At an Inn in Vicogna, ycleped The Post, 

Is a very small landlord, but of fleas a large host. 

Robert Heath, 1650, p. 25, has a poem "On a Flea- 
bite espied on his Clarastella's fair hand," beginning, 
" Behold how like a lovely fragrant Rose." Soldiers 
seem often to have complained : Like FalstafPs follow- 
ers, as reported by Davy, if back-biters, " no worse than 
they are back-bitten, for they have marvellous foul 
linen." 

Page 91. my dearest, &c. 

By Thomas Carew, before 1639. Entitled " Love's 
Complement," in Harleian ISIS. 6057, fol. 12; and "In 
Praise of the Excellent Composure of his Mistress" in 
Ashmol. MS. 38, art. 36. See Roxb. Libr. Carew, p. 
121 ; also in Anderson's Brit. Poets, hi., 703, "The 
Complement :" with variations and two more verses. 

Page 93, Some years of late, in '88- 

Also in "Wit and Mirth," 1684, d. 20. Given, with 
the Music (to "The Catholick Ballad"), in Pills to 
P. M., iv. 37; and in Chappell, P. M. p. 212, from our 
text. Joseph Ritson thought it "probably little older 
than the date of the book;" i. e., West. D. (Anc. 
Sgs., 271). But in Harleian MS. 791, fol. 59, is a dif- 
ferent version, certainly of earlier date than 1671, 
being also in "Choyce Drollery," 1656, p. 38. This 
probably gave name to the tune. Here it is, direct from 
the Harleian MS.— 

4 Sir 



xxxviii. APPENDIX, 

Sir Francis Drake; or, Eighty-eight. 

-i n eyghtye-eyght ere I was borne, 

As I can well remember, 
In August was a fleete prepar'd, 

The moneth before September. 

Spayne, with Biscayne, Portugall, 

Toledo and Grenado, 
All these did meete, and made a fleete, 

And call'd it the Armado. 

Where they had gott provision, 

As mustard, pease, and bacon, 
Some say two shipps were full of whipps, 

But I thinke they were mistaken. 

There was a little man of Spaine, 

That shott well in a gunn-a, 
Don Pedro hight, as good a Knight 

As the Knight of the Sun-a, 

King Phillip made him Admirall, 
And charged him not to stay-a, 

But to destroy both man and boy, 
And then to run away-a. 

The King of Spayne did freet amayne, 

And to doe yet more harme-a, 
He sent along, to make him strong, 

The famous Prince of Parma. 

When they had say'ld along the seas, 

And anchor'd uppon Dover, 
Our Englishmen did board them then, 

And cast the Spaniards over. 

Our Queene was then at Tilbury, 
What could you more desire-a ? 

For whose sweet sake, Sir Francis Drake 
Did set them all on fyre-a. 

But let them looke about them selves, 

For if they come againe-a, 
They shall be serv'd with that same sauce, 

As they were, I know when-a. 

Of 



APPENDIX. T xxxix. 

Of the ballad in our text there are better readings in 
a year-earlier copy, "Academy of Complements," 1670, 
p. 20 : — the nineteenth ; But some say of ; 6. Thei? 
men ; soon set on them ; could ive more ; so that one ; 
But had not they ; O my soul he had ; But let them 
neither ; Let 'em ; they know when-a. 

In verse 3. Don Pedro refers to Alonzo Perez di Guz- 
man, Duke of Medina Sidonia, commander of the 
Spanish Fleet in 1588. " The Knight of the Sun" was 
a favourite hero of Romance, mentioned inter alia in 
Sloane MS. 1489, "The Trimming of Tom Nash," 
(soon after 1600) ; — 

" And he as many authors read 

As ere Don Quixote had, 
And some of them could say by heart, 

To make the hearers glad. 

" The valiant deeds of Knight o' th' Sun, 

And Rosicleer so tall ; 
And Palmerin of England too, 

And Amadis of Gaul." &c. 

(See Reeves and Turner's old English Plays, 1874, viii. 
6.) The Spanish romance was translated in 1598, as 
" The Mirrour of Knighthood." 

Page 96. Beat on, proud billotus. 

Written before 1649: probably by Sir Roger L'Es- 
trange, who was imprisoned four years by the Parlia- 
menterians. It is in "Wit and Drollery," 1656, p. 11, 
entitled "Loyalty Confined;" as also in the "Rump," 
1662, p. 242, with small variations. In David Lloyd's 
"Memoirs of those that Suffered" persecution for 
Charles I., it is mentioned as the composition of a 
worthy personage, who suffered deeply in those times, 
and was still living with no other reward than the con- 
science of having suffered ( Percy's Reliq., ii. bk. 3, No. 
12, 1767). But L'Estrange held, from 1663 to 1685, 
the invidious office of Licenser, (he bears the credit of 
versifying the " Love- Letters from a Nobleman," so 
was fitted to become censor of others and turn Ap- 

prcver 



xl. APPENDIX. 

prover ! ) and shewed in other matters so little of con- 
science and high principle that we could be willing to 
annul his claim to authorship of this noble poem. A 
Harleian MS. assigns it to him, which formerly be- 
longed to Capel, so that the pretensions advanced for 
the latter nobleman seem erroneous ( Royal & Noble 
Authors, ed. Park, iii. 35). Margerite (ver. 5), a pearl. 
There is an allusion to Jason of Pherse, " medicinam 
tnvenit ex hoste" as Dr. J. Hannah shows ( C. P., 252), 
"when the dagger of an assassin saved his life by open- 
ing an imposthume which his physicians had given over 
as incurable: Pliny, H. N., vii. 51; Cicero, De Nat. D., 
iii. 28; Val. Maxim. I. viii. Externa, § 6." 



Page 99. My First Love. 

Ascribed both to Thomas Carew and to Sir John 
Suckling. We believe it to be Carew's. It is in Wit 
Restored, Repr. p. 242; in Roxb. Libr. Carew, 119, 
called "The Spark/' as in Anders. B. P., iii. 703 (and 
again, on p. 742, as Suckling's, entitled "The Guiltless 
Inconstant"). Cf. Ashmol. MSS. 38, 47. 

Page 100. Fareivel, fair Saint, 

With music, by Henry Lawes, in his First Book of 
" Ayres," 1653, p. 10, where he states the words to be 
by Honble. " Thomas Cary, son- to [Henry, Lord 
Lepington, afterwards] the Earl of Monmouth." He 
is not likely to have been mistaken regarding the au- 
thor, for whom he set the music. W. C. Hazlitt gives 
it as Carew's, however, not Carey's ( Roxb. Libr. Carew, 
p. 161), who was a gentleman of the bed-chamber, at 
about the same time as Thomas Carew was of the privy 
chamber and sewer-in-ordinary. It remains doubtful. 
The poem occurs also in Abraham Wright's "Parnas- 
sus Biceps," 1657, p. 120; and a Latin version, Dom- 
inie Navigaturte is given in Fanshawe's transl. of 
Guarini's Pastor Fido, 1648. Thomas Carew died 
about 1639. The poem speaks for itself, in its beauty, 

agreeing 



APPENDIX. xli. 

agreeing with Carew's loveliest work, and few equalled 
him in chaste elegance. 

Page 101. Stay, lusty blood. 
In Wit Restored, 1658; page 185 of Reprint. 

Page 103. YouH ask, perhaps, &c. 
In Wit's Recreations, 1645, Reprint, p. 315. 

Page 104. Keep on your Mask. 

This is in Lansdowne MS. (Wm. Browne's Poems, &c), 
Brit. Mus. 777, fol. 68, signed Wm. Str., for Dr. Wm. 
Stroud ; to whom it is given, also, in Hy. Lawes' 
Ayres, 1653, i. 19. In Wit's Interpreter, 1655, it be- 
gins "Keep on your Vail," &c, as To a Lady Unveil- 
ing Her Self. It was evidently suggested by Shake- 
speare's " Take, O take those eyes away ! " Measure 
for M., Act iv. sc. 1, and the second verse (probably 
by John Fletcher), "Hide, O hide those hills of snow !" 
in Rollo, D. of Normandy. Variations, in Lansdowne 
MS., divided into three stanzas: beholding you ; tvill 
strike ; ivhile I thus ; torments ; sounds like j ivhere 
shall I goe? (So in W. Int.) 

Page 105. /'// tell you hozv the Rose. 

In Wit Restored, 1658 : Reprint, p. 182. In Wit's Re- 
creations, 1640-45, No. 41, Rep. 20, begins "Shall I 
tell you," &c. 

Page 106. Is she not wondrous fair? 
Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 15; 1671, p. 120. 

Page 106. Go, thou gentle ivhispering <wind. 
In Harleian MS. No. 6913, p. 38. 

Page 107. Still to be neat. 

By Ben Jonson. In Act i. sc. 1, of his " Epiccene ; 
or, the Silent Woman," 1609, and also in his " Forest." 

An 



xlif. APPENDIX. 

An imitation of Semper munditiis, see Percy's Reliq. 
jii. Dr. Arne's music to it is in "Clio and Euterpe," 
'1762, i. 63. Robert Heath, in his " Clarastella," 1650, 
p. 11, has a poem on true gracefulness, not unworthy of 
being read along with Ben Jonson's. Here it is : 

Seeing her Dancing. 

X\obes loosely flowing, and aspect as free, 
A careless carriage deckt with modestie ; 
A smiling look, but yet severe : 
Such comely graces 'bout her were. 

Her steps with such an evenness she wove 
As shee could hardly be perceiv'd to move ; 

Whilst her silk sailes displaied, shee 

Swam like a ship with Majestic 

As when with steadfast eies we view the Sun, 
We know it goes, though see no motion ; 
So undiscern'd she mov'd, that we 
Perceiv'd shee mov'd, but did not see. 

Page 108. As ive 'went wandering. 
Also in Windsor Drollery, p. 9. 

Page no. One ivish'd me to a Wife 

This is another of the many clever epigrams by Sir 
John Harrington, in the edit. 1615. Also in Wit's 
Interpreter, eds. 1655, 1671. 

Page no. Disdain me still, that I may ever love. 

By William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke (b. 1580; 
d. 1630). Printed in the Collection of Poems written 
by him, with Answers by Sir Benj. Rudyard, and 
others, in 1660 ; edited by Dr. John Donne. "Wrong 
not dear Empress," (see W. D., ii. 129), is in the same 
volume. Clarendon gives a glowing eulogium on Pem- 
broke. So does Ant. a Wood. Corrections :— Then, 
though thou frown, I'll say thou art most fair; And 

still 



APPENDIX. xliii. 

still I'll love, though still I must despair ; As heat's ; 
metals ; too soon ; reivard. 

Page 112. Was ever grief so great as mine ? 

Given, also, in Dryden's Misc. Poems, iii. 321, ed. 
1 716 (few of the shorter poems and songs are to be 
found in early editions during his life-time. They were 
mostly added by the publisher). For the story of Gil- 
deroy, as told by the not always veracious Captain 
Alex. Smith in " Compleat History of Highwaymen," 
&c, London, 17 19, i2mo., and for the modernised 
Scottish version of the ballad, beginning " Gilderoy was 
a bonny boy," the reader cannot do better than turn to 
the excellent "Scotish Bds. and Songs, Historical 
and Traditionary, edited by James Maidment," Edin- 
burgh : Wm. Paterson, 1868, vol. ii. p. 220. Also his 
smaller work, similiar title, 1859, P- 2 3°> g"iving- our song. 
The subject of authorship and alteration is far too large 
to be entered on here : but Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw 
(nee Halket) deserves little credit for her small share 
in either; less than she gains in the North. We 
must be brief, but here are our conclusions : The 
Halkett purifying or cobbbling cannot have been long 
before 17 19, at which date was published the sham- 
antique " Hardiknute," part 1. But not only is the pre- 
sent " Was ever grief/' original of Gilderoy, printed in 
W.D., 167 1, but even the "Gilderoy was a bonny boy" 
version dates about 1685; as a copy exists in the Bag- 
ford Collection of Bds. Brit. Mus., vol. i. p. 102. It 
has ten verses, and is printed for C. Bates, at the Sun 
and Bible. It is entitled "The Scotch Lover's Lamen- 
tation ; or, Gilderoy's Last Farewell." The verses are 
1. G. was a b. ; O sike ; My G. ; For G. ; In mickle ; 
While we; 'Tis pity ; 'Cause G. ; At Leith; Thus 
loving, &c. 

Stenhouse writes of a Black Letter copy " as early as 
1650," but its existence is apocryphal. We have seen 
none before the Bagford and the W.D. ; but these 
two differ from one another. Music to " Gilderoy was," 
occurs in Pills to P.M., v. 29. Professor Child sums 

up 



xliv. APPENDIX. 

up : Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw revised " Gilderoy," 
omitted 2 and added 3 stanzas. Her version is in 
Ritson's Scot. Sgs. ii. 24. Percy's agrees, omitting sta. 
9. Herd, i. 73, and Pinkerton follow Percy, Reliq. 1. 3. 
No. 13, 

This present writer when a boy used to play in the 
field where Gilderoy was hanged in Chains, beside Leith 
Walk Edinburgh, 1636. The ground is now almost 
wholly built on, and known as Montgomery street. 

Daniel da Volterra got an unenviable renown as the 
"breeches-maker" who disfigured Michael Angelo's Last 
Judgment to please a fastidious Pope. Bernini had 
similar work, and even one of Canova's finest statues 
in St. Peter's (that of Azrael), and the younger female 
figure on a tomb, were bedizened with drapery to suit 
squeamish prudes. We have scanty sympathy, therefore, 
with Lady Wardlaw and other destructive renovators. 
It is like "restoring" churches — obliterating every part 
that was venerable and giving instead their own paltry 
workmanship. 

N.B. Verse 5. — genee, a misprint in original for 
" geare," or chattels. 

Gilderoy, we are told, means, in Gaelic, the Red-haired 
Lad. 



Page 114. / iv ill not do a sacrifice. 
In Wit Restored, 1658, Repr. p. 243. 

Page 115. Phyllis, for shame, let us improve. 

Music by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
1676, i. 34. 

Page 116. Beneath a Myrtle Shade. 

Music by John Banister, in " Choice Ayres," 1676, i. 
37. Also in Pills to P.M. iii. 171. See note on p. 31, ante. 

Pages 118 to ft22. Like a Dog, &c. 

Both " Like a dog with a bottle" and " How pleasant a 

thing 



APPENDIX, xlv. 

thing were a Wedding ! " are by Thomas Flatman, 
the later song being marked as a second part to the 
former in his collected Poems, 1674, pp. 63, 64. There 
was a modern imitation, by a wife-hater, which employed 
a tin-kettle instead of a bottle for the comparison. This 
also found an answer, and an effective one : 

After accepting the simile, and claiming brightness and 
utility for the wife and for the kettle, it concluded ; — 

And should dirt its original purity hide, 
That's the fault of the Puppy to whom it is tied. 

In Flatman's " How pleasant," we read : — Could pur- 
chase ; 'Till she groiv ; I thank you for that \ Compare 
Charles Cotton's lines : — " How uneasy is his life, Who 
is troubled with a Wife," &c. 



WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART II. 

Notes and Illustrations. 



R. Mangie's lines : — Havelng perus' 'd your Book.' 9 

See first note in Appendix, and on pp. 40-44, for men- 
tion of Captain Willm. Hicks, the suppositious "Au- 
thor" of " Westminster Drollery." He also edited the 
"London Drollery ; or, The Wit's Academy," London, 
printed for I. Eglesfield, 1673, 8vo. It has some of his 
own pieces, with others of earlier date. What was 
called "the last and now only Compleat Collection of 
the newest and choicest Songs and Poems ; with about 
forty new songs never before in print, which are now 
added to the second part of Westminster Drollery : the 
second impression, " was printed at London for W. 
Gilbertson, in 1672 or 1674. 

Anthony a Wood (who writes with evil animus, so 
that his allegations must be taken cum grano) mentions 
our Wm. Hicks, as having been " born in S. Thomas's 
parish [Oxon], of poor and dissolute parents, was bred 
a Tapster under Tho. Williams, of the Star Inn, in- 

holder 



xlvi. APPENDIX. 

holder, where continuing till after the Rebellion broke 
out, became a retainer in the family of Lucas in Col- 
chester, afterwards Clerk to a Woodmonger in Dept- 
ford, where training the young men and putting them 
in a posture of defence, upon the restoration of King 
Charles II. obtained the name of Captain Hicks, and 
was there living in 1669, when his book of Jests was 
published," &c. "This Hicks, who was a sharking 
and indigent fellow while he lived in Oxon, and a great 
pretender to the art of dancing (which he forsooth would 
sometimes teach) was also author of ... . other little 
trivial matters, meerly to get bread, and make the pot 
walk." (Athence Oxonienses, ed. Bliss, iii. 490. 

Page I. Since %ve poor Slavish Women knoiv. 

By William Wycherley, in his "Gentleman Dan- 
cing-Master," Act ii. scene 2, where a lady sings it, as 
" the new song against delays in love." Leigh Hunt 
gives the date as 1673, but we see it here in 1672, and 
also in Grammatical Drollery, p. 27, the same year. 
Genest gives it correctly. Music, by John Banister, is 
in "Choice Ayres," i. 18. 

Page 4. Sit tha doon be me. 

With music, in " Choice Ayres," i. 76, (but not the an- 
swer, "Sibby Cries," &c.) Also in Wit & Mirth, 1699, 
p. 215. Not repeated in Pills to P. M., ed. 1719. Al. 
lect. — Sit thee ; ozun joy ; shoulds't thou ; at Wake ; 
with silver shoon ; If thou have me ; additional verse to 
follow 4 of W. D. : 

W T hat man we do when Scrip is fro ? 
Weez gang to the House at the Hill broo, 
And there weez fray and eat the fish ; 
But 'tis thy Flesh makes the best dish. 

This forms Henry Bold's 3rd Canton, 1685, p. 13, of 
"Latine Songs :" — 

Mihi sis Assedo (melleum Cor,) 
Si dura fas, Emorior, &c. 

Pagre 



APPENDIX. xlvii. 

Page 7. What means this strangeness. 

With music by Henry Lawes, this is printed in Play- 
ford's "Select Ayres," 1659, p. 48, as "Coyness in 
Love." Sir Robert Ayton, or Aytoun, was prob- 
ably the author of this song, which in the Hive, ii. 148, 
is entitled " Ineffectual Coyness." Given, as Song, in 
Bannatyne Miscellany, vol. i., p. 320, 1827, among his 
Poems ; 4 verses, with these variations : — must truth ; 
This distance ; That may such ; 

3. For if you mean to draw me on 

There needs not half this art ; 
And if you mean to have me gone, 

You over act your part. 

4. Dismiss me ; I give ; thafs spent. In Dr. Chas. 
Rogers' Reprint, 1871, (of no authority) are further 
differences, and a fifth verse, p. 59 (not in B. Misc.): — 

5. And such a fair and equal way 
On both sides, none can blame, 

Since every one is bound to play 
The fairest of his game. 

Page 8. So Shipivrackt passengers, &c. 

This was a new prologue to Fletcher's Comedy (orig. 
before 1625). The fire referred to was not the Great Fire 
of London, 1666, but the burning of the Theatre Royal, 
in January 1671-2, "The Kings Company in their dis- 
tress removed to Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, which had been 
vacant since November last. They opened on Feb- 
ruary 26, 1671-2, the play was f Wit without Money.' 
Mohun acted Valentine." ( Genest's " Some Account 
of the English Stage," 1832, L 132.) This Prologue is 
by John Dryden, 

Page 9. Of all the brisk dames, my Selina, &c. 

With music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
i. 23. Variations : — Misselina [for Messalma'] ; meet 
it : And jumpings. 

Page 



xlviii. APPENDIX. 

Page 10. Give o'er, foolish Heart. 

In R. V. [Veel, or Vyner ?]'s New Court Songs, p. 59, 
1672, where it is called " Daphne." In Hive, i. 32, en- 
titled " Transitory Resentment." Also in "Windsor 
D.," and " Covent Garden D.," p. 52. Possibly, by 
Veel. With music, by Alph. Marsh, in "Choice 
Ayres," i. 28. 

Page 14. Some say the World is full , &c. 

In "The Rump," 1662, p. 323, a medley begins "Some 
say the world is full of cheat," but there had been 
probably a still earlier use of the opening tune, and we 
incline to the belief that it was the first of the two in 
W. D. Chappell, p. 724, gives the tune "Petticoat 
Loose," but not the words (which run : — 

"The Captain's Lady is always ready, 

Her petticoat's loose, her petticoat's loose," &c.) 

This country dance tune of the 18th century is distinct 
from "Petticoat Wagge." In Wit and Mirth, 1700, p. 
69, the Answer, or " Pelfe" Song appears, with music 
by Akeroyd, entitled The True World; a much longer 
version. See Pills to P. M., 17 19, iv. 69, for extra 
verses, of which three this is first : — 

Your honest citizen bends the brow, 
And complains there's no gains, 

For to be got by gentlemen now ; 
For when he does his Book survey 

He doth find more left behind, 
Then swears they'll never pay. 
Then let them, &c. 

Page 15. You Poivers that guard. 
We may not attach any weight to the initials R. V., 
except merely as a compiler, otherwise this song being 
in his " New Court Songs," p. 105, might help us to 
guess the authorship. 

Page 17. From the hag and hungry Goblin. 

This had previously appeared in the small collection by 

"the 



APPENDIX. xlix, 

" the Wits of the Age," at end of " Prince d' Amour," 
1660, p. 167, It is copied into Dr. Rimbault's inesti- 
mable Little Book of Songs and Ballads, gathered 
from Ancient Music Books, 1851, p. 201. Ritson in 
Anc. Sgs., p. 261, and Logan in Pedlar's Pack, p. 178, 
are the only other transcribers we know. The Tom a 
Bedlam songs are numerous and interesting, as are 
also the Bess of Bedlam and other Mad Maid's Songs. 
Of the former, Bp. Percy gives the best known and 
finest, viz., "Forth from my sad and darksome cell," 
the music to which is to be found in Walsh's edition of 
Henry Purcell's "Orpheus Britannicus," p. 116, though 
not in the other editions. Bishop Corbet's " Am I mad, 
O noble Festus" (in Percy folio MS., iii. 269), "Grim 
King of the Ghosts," Tom D'Urfey's "From rosie 
bowers," Henry Carey's "I go to the Elysian shade," 
and D'Urfey's " I burn, my brain," also meet us in 
Percy's Reliques, vol. ii. book 3. " My Lodging is on 
the cold ground" has been referred to, and the Parody 
(in our Introduction, p. xxix). In Fletcher's Nice 
Valour is one unmistakeably Mad Song, besides the 
beautiful " Hence, all ye vain delights." W. Logan 
gives " I am old Mad Tom," and two or three corrupt 
versions from chap-books, such as "I'll bark against 
the Dog-Star" (with which compare "I'll sail upon the 
Dog-Star," Tom D'Urfey's original, 1688, in Orpheus 
Brit., i. 122, 1695), and another, "To find my Tom of 
Bedlam/' from Pills, iv. 189. This is an alteration 
of the one in "Wit and Drollery," 1656, p. 126, 
which has not been reprinted, to our knowledge, except 
in the edition of 1661. 

We must also mention another "Tom of Bedlam," 
in "Prince d' Amour," 1660, beginning "From the top 
of high Caucasus," the pretty Mad Song, "Good mor- 
row to the day so fair !" the Roxburghe Ballad, " Poor 
Besse, Mad Besse" (Love's Lunacie); Sir Francis 
Wortley's "Poor Tom hath been imprisoned," 1648; 
and "Heard you not lately," &c. (The Madman's 
Morrice, Bagford Coll., ii. 117). Even these do not ex- 
haust our list, so rich is the store of phrensy songs. 

5 West- 



1. APPENDIX. 

Westm. D. gives the text better than Prince 
d' Amour. But from it we note for corrections : — 3. 
With a thought I took for Maudlin ; Owl my marrow ; 
Your Calvers [qu. calves]; the sober Knight and 
gentle ; 8. With a Hoste of furious, &c. In verse 5, 
supping with Humphrey refers to the jest that those 
who had nowhere to go and dine paid a visit to the 
tomb of Humphrey Duke of Glo'ster instead. 

Page 2 1 . The Starr that shines, &c. 

We commend to our American readers the accentua- 
tion of the word European, on the second syllable, in 
verse 10, and also the employment of the word "Fall," 
as equivalent to Autumn, on ii. p.m. These prove that it 
is ourselves who have fallen off from the old ways, 
and that any "American Lady" has a strong case if 
attacked again on these particulars. 

Page 24. Of old Soldiers. 

Music in Pills v. 217. Words only in Wit and Drol- 
lery 1682, 165; and Old Ballads, iii. 193, 1725. The 
genealogy here may be worth tracing. 

Page 40. All Women, &fc. 

In Wit's Recreations, 1645 (abt.), Repr. p. 55, "All 
Women naturally axe called Eves," &c. 

Page 41. As youthful day . 
See Note on p. 35 of Part 1. (Ante, p. xix). 

Page 46. To Love thee "without flattery . 

Given, with Music by Henry Lawes, in Playford's 
Select Ayres, 1659, P- 2 %> entitled " Inconstancy in 
Love." Mocked by Henry Bold, olim e N. C. Oxon., 
1684, in his Poems, p. 123, "To love thee and to flatter 
were a sin." 

Page 47. When Thirsis did the splendid eye, &c. 

With music, by "Pursell," (sic for Hy. Purcell?) in 
" Choice Ayres," 1676, i. 43. 

Page 



APPENDIX. li. 

Page 48. My Mistress ivill not be content. 
This is one of the "Citie Rounds," for three voices, in 
Thomas Ravenscroft's "Melismata," 1611. Differ- 
ences slight. Reads : for the new translation ; she 
would not dispence. 

Page 48. He that is a Clear Cavalier. 
Attributed to Samuel Butler, author of Hudibras. 
( Posth. Wks., 1730, p. 158). Music in Pills, iii. 129, 
and Chappell, Pop. Mus. 447. 

Page 52. Now Chreest me save. 
With Variations, this had appeared in "Wit Restored," 
1658, p. 226 (Repr. no), beginning "I pray you save 
poor Irish Knave," and The Answer to it, which agrees 
with what is here verse 3. In Martin Llewellyn's 
" Men-Miracles and Other Poems," 1646, p. 76, is "An 
Irish Love-Song," beginning "For Chreeshe's sake, 
come pity me ; O hone !" &c. 

Page 59. As at noon Dulcina rested. 

A copy of this song is in the Percy folio MS., p. 178 
(E. E. T. ed. iv. 32). It is mentioned in the Registers 
of the Stationer's Company, May 22, 1615, as "a Bal- 
lett of Dulcina, to the tune [its own] of Forgoe me 
nowe, come to me soone." Isaak Walton shews it to 
have been a favourite with the milkmaid, along with 
" Philida flouts me," and " Come, Shepherds, deck 
your heads" ( Compleat Angler, 1653, cap. 2). It is 
in the Roxb. Coll. Bds., ii. 402, entitled An excellent 
Ditty called the Shepherd's Wooing Dulcina : printed 
for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark. Bp. 
Percy refers to a Pepysian copy ( Reliq., iii. 2, No. 13). 
The Bishop did useful work, and brought back much 
early poetry into favour, though he tampered with his 
texts in an indefensible manner, which we hope may 
never be repeated. The charming song of " Dulcina" 
has been assigned to Sir Walter Raleigh, but with- 
out 



Iii, APPENDIX. 

out sufficient evidence. We could easily believe it to 
be his, however, and Geo, Ellis gives it to him in 
Spec, 1801, ii. 189; thence followed by Cayley, &c. 
An inferior second part was printed in 1720, (showing- 
continued popularity beyond a century,) viz., 

DULCINA, Part II. 

.Day was spent and Night approached, 
Venus fair was Lover's friend, 
She intreated bright Apollo 
That his steeds their race should end r 
He could not say the Goddess nay, 
But granted Love's fair Queen her boon ; 
The Shepherd came to his fair Dame, 
** Forego me now, Come to me soon." 

Sweet ( he said ) as I did promise, 
I am now return'd again ; 
Long delay you know breeds danger, 
And to Lovers breedeth pain : 
The Nymph said then, above all Men, 
Still welcome Shepherd, Morn and Noon ; 
The Shepherd prays, Dulcina says 
Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon. 

When that bright Aurora blushed, 
Came the Shepherd to his dear ; 
Pretty birds most sweetly warbled, 
And the Noon approached near r 
Yet still, away ! the Nymph did say ; 
The Shepherd he fell in a swoon ; 
At length she said, be not afraid, 
Forego me now, Come to me soon. 

With grief of heart the Shepherd hasted, 
Up the Mountains to his flocks ; 
Then he took a Reed and piped, 
Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks : 
Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day 
Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon; 
The silent Night [brings] Love's delight, 
I'll go to Fair Dulcina soon. 

Beautie*s 



APPENDIX. iiii. 

Beautie's darling, fair Dulcina, 
Like to Venus for her Love, 
Spent away the Day in Passion, 
Mourning like the Turtle- Dove : 
Melodiously, notes low and high, 
She warbled forth this doleful Tune ; 
Oh, come again, sweet Shepherd Swain, 
Thou canst not be with us too soon. 

When as Thetis in her place, [? palace] 

Had receiv'd the Prince of Light, 
Came in Coridon the Shepherd, 
To his Love and Heart's delight : 
Then Pan did play, the Wood- Nymphs they 
Did skip and dance to hear the Tune ; 
Hymen did say 'tis Holy-day, 
Forego me now, Come to me soon. 

Music in Chappell, Pop. M., p. 143. 



Page 64. Songs of Shepherds. 

A faulty copy of this occurs in Percy folio MS., p. 458, 
but as it has been carefully collated with the present 
W. D. in the E. E. Text Soc. print, iii. 303, the reader 
is referred thither. Our text is best and earliest printed. 
Old Ballads, iii. 198, 1725, even begins faultily : "Songs 
of Sonnets and rustical Roundelays ;" and transposes 
vers. 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, to become 9, 8, 6, 5, 7 (followed in 
Dryden's Misc. P., iii. 309; Nichols', i. 188). Music 
in Calliope, 1788, p. 101 (7 verses only), and in Chap- 
pell, 324 (do.). 

As promised in the Introduction, we insert the lively 
companion song "The Hunting of the Gods." The 
music (with first verse only) is in Chappell's Pop. M., 
p. 323. He is little to be envied who detects impropriety 
in this tale of hoydenish May-day romps; Honi soit qui 
maly pense, as the Second Part frontispiece has it : — 



liv. APPENDIX. 

A Ballad called the Green-Gown. 
Pan, leave piping, the gods have done feasting, 

There's never a goddess a hunting to day : 
Mortals marvel at Condon' s j easting, 

That gives them assistance to entertain May, 
The lads and the lasses, with scarves on their faces, 

So lively as passes, trip over the downs : [qu, Pusses?] 
Much mirth and sport they make, running at Barly-break : 

Lord ! what haste they make for a green-gown. 

John with Gillian, Harry with Francis 

Meg and Mary with Robin and Will ; 
George and Margery lead all the dances, 

For they were reported to have the best skill : 
But Cicely and Nanny, the fairest of many, 

That came last of any from out of the townes, 
Quickly got in among the midst of all the throng, 

They so much did long for their green-gown. 

Wanton Deborah whispered with Dorothy 

That she should wink upon Richard and Sym : 
Mincing Maudlin shew'd her authority, 

And in the quarrel would venture a limb. 
But Sibbell was sickly, and could not come quickly, 

And, therefore, was likely to fall in a sowne : 
Tib would not tarry for Tim nor for Harry, 

Lest Christian should carry away the green-gown. 

Blanch and Bettrice, both of a family, 

Came very lazy, lagging behind ; 
Annise and Annabel, noteing their policie, 

Cupid is cunning, although he be blind : 
But Winny the witty, that came from the citie, 

With Parnell the pretty, and Besse the brown, 
Clem, Jone, and Isabel, Su, Alice and bonny Nell, 

Travell'd exceedingly for a green-gown. 

Now the youngsters had reach'd the green meadow, 
Where they intended to gather their May ; 

Some in the sunshine, some in the shadow, 
Singled in couples did fall to their play ; 

But constant Penelope, Faith, Hope, and Charity, 

Lookt very modestly, yet they lay down ; And 



APPENDIX. lv. 

And Prudence prevented, what Rachel repented, 
. And Kate was contented to take a green-gown. 

Then they desired to know of a truth, 

If all their fellows were in like case ; 
Nem call'd for Eede, and Eede for Ruth, 

Ruth for Marcy, and Marcy for Grace ; 
But there was no speaking, they answered with squeaking, 

The pretty lass breaking the head of the clown, 
But some were a wooing while others were doing, 

Yet all this going was for a green-gown. 

Bright Apollo was all this while peeping 

To see if his Daphne had been in the throng, 
But, missing her, nastily downwards was creeping, 

For Thetis imagin'd he tarried too long. 
Then all the troop mourned, and homeward returned, 

For Cinthia scorned to smile or to frown : 
Thus they did gather May all the long Summer day, 

And at night went away with a green-gown. 

(In "An Antidote against Melancholy : made up in 
Pills," 1661. Also, in Roxb. Col. of Black Letter Bds., 
i. 538, B. Museum : Printed for J. Wright, Junior, 
n. d., but about 1663. Tune, "Room for Company.") 

Page 74. O Love whose force and might. 
This meets us earlier in Wit and Drollery, 1656, p. 21, 
with extra verses; and an Answer added in 1661 
edition, p. 34. The chief value of this versical non 
sequitur is in the proverbial sayings which end each 
verse (and which contradict what preceded). Ex. 
grat., 8 ver., "As Mosse did catch his Mare," W. & D. 
In Notes & Q., 1st series, 1, p. 320, R. S. B. made en- 
quiry, never answered, concerning the meaning of this 
expression. He had found it in the translation of 
Rabelais [Urquhart's ?] ; and wrote, " There is also a 
song among the farmers of South Devon, of which the 
last line of each verse is ' As Mosse caught the Mare.'" 
Mosse's grey mare had evidently been caught when 
"napping," or asleep; see the (in 1658, already) "old 
Ballet of Shepherd Tom," in Wit Restored : — 

" Where 



lvi. APPENDIX. 

"Where she may take him napping, 

As Mosse took his mare" (Reprint, p. 304). 

Other readings : — poiver and might, No Creature ; 
Her Tresses ; Much like ; thy thunder clap, And rend. 
Verses 2, 6, and 7 were orig. 8, 9, 12. 

2. (1656) Sole Mistress of my heart, [? breast] 

Let me thus farre presume, 
To make this bold request ; 

A black patch for the Rhume. 

6. Oh, Women, you will never 
But think men still will flatter ; 

I vow I love you ever, 
But yet it is no matter. 

7. Cupid is blind they say, 
But yet methinks he seeth ; 

He struck my heart to-day, 
A T ... in Cupid's teeth. 

10. And since her grateful merits 

My loving look must lack, 
Pie stop my vitall spirits 

With Claret and with Sack. 

THE ANSWER, 
(166 1 edition only ; p. 34.) 

1 . Y our letter I received, 
Bedect with flourishing quarters, 

Because you are deceiv'd, 

Goe hang you in your garters. 

2. My beauty which is none, 
Yet such as you protest, 

Doth make you sigh and groane : 
Fie, fie, you do but jest. 

3. I cannot chuse but pitty 
Your restless mourneful teares, 

Because your plaints are witty, 
You may goe shake your eares. 



APPENDIX. lvii. 

4. To purchase your delight, 
No labour you shall leese, 

Your pains I will requite ; 

Maid, go fetch him Bread and Cheese. 

5. 'Tis you I faine would see, 
' Tis you I daily think on ; 

My looks as kind shall be, 
As the Devills over Lincoln. 

6. If ever I do tame 

Great love of lightnings flashes ; 
Pie send my fiery flame, 
And burn thee into ashes. 

7. I can by no meanes miss thee, 
But needs must have thee one day, 

I prethee come and kiss me, 
Whereon I sat on Sunday. 

Page 77. Come hang up your Care. 

Music by Robert Smith in " Choice Ayres," i. 40. 
This is by Thomas Shadwell, in Act iii. Sc. 3, of his 
" Miser," same date, 1672. Properly, a Catch in four 
parts, sung by Hazard, Tim, Rant, and Joyce : Come 
Lay by your cares, and hang up your Sorrow, &c, in first 
ed. of "Miser;" inferior in many lines to W. D., but 
the adjective marking " the place where the glass goes 
not round" is by no means "damp:" mais tout au 
contraire. For an anecdote of Charles II., good hu- 
mouredly excusing the familiarity of Sir Robert Viner, 
and quoting from this very song " He that's drunk is 
as great as a king," see the late J. H. Jesse's amusing 
" Mem. of the Court of England," iii. 338, edit. 1840. 

Page 77. Never ivill I ived a Girl that's coy. 

Compare the epigram " I love not her, that at the first 
cries I [aye !]," in Wit's Rec, No. 61, p. 29. Also two 
songs printed in 1670: "He that marries a merry Lass," 
and " He that will court a wench that is coy." By R. 
Brome, in his "Northern Lass," 1632, Act iii., is this : — 

A 



lviii. APPENDIX. 

A SONG. 

Jj[e that marries a Merry Lass, 
He has most cause to be sad : 
For let her go free in her merry tricks 
She'l work his patience mad. 
But he that marries a Scold, a Scold, 
He has most cause to be merry, 
For when she's in her fits, 
He may cherish his wits, 
With singing hey down derry. 

He that weds with a Roaring Girl, 
That will both scratch and bite ; 
Though he study all day 
To make her away, 
Will be glad to please her at night. 

And he that copes with a Sullen Wench, 
That scarce will speak at all ; 
Her doggednesss more 
Than a scold or a w ... . 
Will penetrate his gall. 

He that's matcht with a Turtle Dove, 
That has no spleen about her ; 
Shall waste so much life 
In love of his wife, 
He had better be without her. 

Somebody else thought not so well of a scold, having 
had experience of her, as we find in Harleian MS. 
6396, fol. 20. b (John Hilton set music to it, 1652) : — 

On a Scold. 

Jul ere lyes a woman, no man can deny it, 
Who rests in peace, although she liv'd unquiet, 
Her husband prays you, if by her grave you walk, 
You gently treade, for if she wake she'l talk. 

And this, among the Epigrams, Book 1., 1650, p. 130, 
by Robert Baron, — On a Scolding Woman, sub persona 
mariti : — 

Here 



APPENDIX. lix. 

XI ere lies my wife interr'd ; oh how 
Good is't for her quiet, — and mine too ! 

Here is the other 

SONG. 

_[X e that will court a Wench that is coy, 
That is proud, that is peevish and antick, 
Let him be careless to sport and toy, 
And as peevish as she is frantick : 

Laugh at her and slight her, 

Flatter her, spight her, 

Rail and commend her again. 
It is the way to woo her, 
If that you mean to come close to her, 

Such Girls will love such men. 

He that will court a Wench that is mild, 
That is soft and kind of behaviour ; 

Let him kindly woo her, 

Nor roughly come to her, 
' Tis the way to win her favour. 

Give her kisses plenty : 

She'l take them were they twenty, 

Stroke her and kiss her again, 
It is the way to woo her, 
If that you mean to come close to her, 

Such Girls do love soft men. 

He that will court a Wench that is mad, 
That will squeak and cry out if you handle her, 

Let him kick and fling, 

Till he make the house ring, 
' Tis the only way to tame her : [dandle ?] 

Take her up and touze her, 

Salute her and rouze her 
Then kiss her, and please her again : 
It is the way to woo her 
If that you mean to come close to her, 

Mad Girls do love mad men. 

Page 79. Come, O come, I brook no stay. 

By William Cartwright, written before 1643, in 

"The 



lx. APPENDIX. 

"The Ordinary," Act iii. Sc. 3; A Song sung within, 
while "My fair is hallowing her Lute with her blest 
touch." It is given, with music by Henry Lawes, in 
Playford's "Select Ayres," 1659, p. 55, entitled "Love 
admits no Delay." See previous note, on 1. p. 35. In 
first edition of Cartwright's works, 1651, p. 45, we 
read the second verse, not found in Westminster 
Drollery : — 

2. To be chaste is to be old, 
And that foolish Girle that's cold 
Is fourscore at fifteen : 
Desires do write us green, 
And looser flames our youth unfold. 

Page 80. Come Lasses and Lads. 

The music of this Maypole Song is in Chappell's Pop. 
M., p. 5325 that of Packington's Pound, and Sellen- 
ger's (or St. Leger's) Round, pp. 124, 60. See also 
Dr. Rimbault's "Little Book of Songs and Ballads," 
p. 146, from which we glean the following final verse, 
but compare Songs of the Peasantry, p. 164, and "You 
Lasses and Lads, in Pills, iii. 301.) 

8. Good night, sais Tom, 

And soe saies John, 
Good night, saies Dick to Will ; 

Good night, saies Sis, 

Good night, saies Pris, 
Good night, saies Peg to Nell. 

Some run, some went, some staid, 

Some dallied by the way, 
And bound them selves by kisses twelve 

To meet next hollyday. 

Page 84. For Bacchus Vm born. 

An inferior version, i. e., " For Bacchus I am, and for," 
&c, is in Windsor Drollery, p. 145. 

Page 86. Let Fortune and Phillis frozvn, &c. 

Music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," i. 27. 

Page 



APPENDIX. lxL 

Page 87. As I Walk'd in the Woods, &c. 

Music by Robt. Smith, in "Choice Ayres," i. 36. It 
appears this is the song "Harry gave Doll.'* Music 
and words also given in Wit and Mirth, 1699, p. 184, 
and Pills, hi. 169, 171 9. See note, later, on page 116. 
This looks like the earlier version, despite its being here 
called a Mock-Song. 



Page 88. O, the sad day. 

This, in R. V.'s New Court Songs, p. 100, is entitled 
A Mournful Song. It is by Thomas Flatman, who 
died 1688. It is among his Poems, 1674, p. 49; there 
called " Death : A Song." To us it appears of 
strangely suggestive power, — equal to that thrilling 
picture of the bewilderment of death given recently by 
Mrs. Oliphant in " A Rose in June." Its situation in 
the Drolleries enhances the effect, by contrast. The 
saddening reiteration of the final line, that meets us 
in our version (earliest), does not appear elsewhere. It 
adds to the pathos of the poem. Other differences : 
See (singly); these poor eyes; be!; bed-side; Touch; 
And when; Who (singly); the peevish world, &c. 
Flatman has another Poem, addressing Death, "O 
mighty king of Terrors, come l 1 " which is worthy of 
notice, as is also one signed " Em. D.," among the 
poems of Thomas Beedome, 1641, " On Eternity." 



Page 89. O Sorrow, Sorrow, &c. 

Music by Robt. Smith, in "Choice Ayres," i. 87. This 
is properly a Dialogue, between one afflicted and Sor- 
row impersonated. It is thus given in R. V.'s New 
Court Songs, p. 103, but, like several others already 
noted in this Appendix, most certainly not his writing. 
In fact, we are doubtful of his being author of a single 
song in his collection, and think his name as likely to 
have been Robt. Viner, or Vyner, as Veel, The pres- 
6 ent 



lxii. APPENDIX. 

ent song is by Samuel Rowley, and is in Act i. Sc. 
2, of his "Noble Souldier; or, A Contract broken 
justly Revenged/' 1634. It is sung while Oncelea 
walks discontentedly, weeping, to the crucifix, her 
maid beside her. There marked as Question and 
Answer. In orig. — -jurier face ; thou in City, Town ; 
weep, To sigh, to sob ; Oh when (bis). 



Page 89. Chear up my Mates. 

Music by Pelham Humphrey, in " Choice Ayres," i. 2. 
This also is to be found among R. V.'s New Court 
Songs, same date, p. 102. Variations : — Dull men are 
those that tarry ; they might ; spie too. As to the 
happy phrase, " On the wide sea of drink," we may go 
far before we light on a broader scene of illustration 
than that afforded by honest Thomas Heywood in his 
tragi-comedy "The English Traveller," Act ii. Sc. 1, 
"as it hath been publikely acted at the Cockpit in 
Drury Lane, by Her Maiesties seruants." 

Cloivne. Where I was to-night at supper, . . . 
Was a great feast. . . . 

Young Geraldine. In the height of their Carousing, all 

their braines, 
Warm'd with the heat of Wine ; Discourse was offer'd, 
Of Ships, and Stormes at Sea, when suddenly, 
Out of his giddy wildnesse, one conceiues 
The Roome wherein they quafft, to be a Pinnace, 
Moouing and Floating ; and the confused Noise, 
To be the murmuring Windes, Gusts, Marriners; 
That their vnstedfast footing, did proceed 
From rocking of the Vessell : This conceiu'd, 
Each one begins to apprehend the danger, 
And to looke out for safety, fflie saith one 
Vp to the Maine-top, and discouer ; Hee 
Climbes by the bed-post, to the Teaster, there 
Reports a Turbulent Sea and Tempest towards ; 

And 



APPENDIX. lxiii. 

And wills them if they'le saue their Ship and Hues, 

To cast their Lading ouer-board ; At this 

All fall to Worke, and Hoyste into the Street, 

As to the Sea, What next come to their hand, 

Stooles, Tables, Tressels, Trenchers, Bed-steds, Cups, 

Pots, Plate, and Glasses ; Heere a fellow Whistles, 

They take him for the Boat-swaine, one lyes strugling 

Vpon the floore, as if he swome for life, 

A third, takes the Base-violl for the Cock-boate, 

Sits in the belly on't, labours and Rowes ; 

His Oare, the Sticke with which the Fidler plaid ; 

A fourth, bestrides his Fellowes, thinking to scape 

As did Arion, on the Dolphins backe, 

Still fumbling on a gitterne. 

Cloivne. Excellent Sport. 

Wincott. But what was the conclusion ? 

Y. Geraldine. The rude multitude, 
Watching without, and gaping for the spoyle 
Cast from the windowes, went bi th' eares about it ; 
The Constable is called to Attone the broyle, 
Which done, and hearing such a noise within, 
Of eminent Ship-racke; enters the house, & finds them 
In this confusion, They Adore his staffe, 
And thinke it Neptunes Trident, and that hee 
Comes with his Tritons (so they cal'd his watch) 
To calme the Tempest, and appease the Waues ; 
And at this point, wee left them." (ist ed., 1633.) 

Page 90. Nor Love nor Fate can I accuse. 

Compare the similar but less complicated song in Part 
ist., p. 83, The Forsaken Maid ; of which the opening 
verse only is given in 1670 in " The Academy of Com- 
plements," reading A Maid so like the Saints above." 
It appears to be still older, as in " Choyce Drollery," 
1656, p. 4, is a song, Of a Woman that died for Love 
of a Man, beginning, " Nor Love nor Fate dare I ac- 
cuse." The variations are curious, showing gradual 
elaboration. 

Page 



ixiv. APPENDIX. 

Page 92. Heart* s Ease, an herb, tsfc. 

One example of the fondness for songs on the herbs of 
Love's Garden, and the Language of Flowers. Cf. 
Ophelia's " There's rue for you ; and here's some for 
me : we may call it Herb of Grace o' Sundays." 



Page 94. Be your liquor small. 

This is a short version, possibly all that was originally 
in it, of the Black Jack Song, but more probably a con- 
densation. Readers will be glad to regain the other 
verses, as they appeared in print twelve years later. 
They commence with a reference to the quaintly hu- 
mourous song of " The Leather Bottell," which we 
might have gladly given, but that this Appendix is al- 
ready large, and the song is attainable elsewhere, one 
version in Chappell, p. 514. Cans of wood, glasses 
fine, black pots, flagons, are shewn to be of small ac- 
count in comparison to the Leather Bottel, for holding 
drink. And it has continuity of usefulness ; like the 
first experiment in armour-plated ships, which was de- 
clared to be a safe investment of capital, as they war- 
ranted it to last for ever, and afterwards it might realize 
half its cost as old iron. Thus : — 

And when the bottle at last grows old, 
And will good liquor no longer hold, 
Out of the side you may make a clout, 
To mend your shoes when they're worn out ; 
Or take and hang it up on a pin, 
'Twill serve to put hinges and odd things in. 
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell, 
That first found out the leather bottel. 

On this hint speaks our poet of the Black Jack, (of 
which a splendid specimen exists in the Museum of the 
Scottish Society of Antiquaries, Edinburgh, big as 
though of Jack- Boots it were " two single gentlemen 
rolled into one" ) : — 

The 



APPENDIX. lxv. 

The Black Jack. 

i . — ' 1 is a pitiful thing that now a days, Sirs, 

Our Poets turn Leather bottel praisers ; 

But if a Leather theame they did lack, 

They might better have chosen the bonny Black Jack; 

For when they are both now well worn and decay'd, 

For the Jack than the Bottle much more may be said ; 
And I wish his soul much good may partake, 
That first devised the bonny Black Jack. 

2. — And now I will begin to declare, 
What the Conveniences of the Jack are ; 
First when a gang of good fellows do meet, 
As oft at a Fair or Wake you shall see't, 
They resolve to have some merry Carouses, 
And yet to get home in good trim to their Houses ; 
Then the bottle it runs as slow as my Rhyme, 
With Jack they might have all bin drunk in good time. 
And I tuish his soul in peace may diuell, 
That first devis'd that speedy Vessel. 

3. — And therefore leave off your twittle twattle, 
Praise the Jack, praise no more the Leather bottle ; 
For the man at the bottle may dance till he burst, 
And yet not handsomely quench his thirst ; 
The Master here-at maketh great moan, 
And doubts his bottle has a spice of the Stone ; 
But if it had bin a generous Jack, 
He might have had currently what he did lack. 
And I ivish his soul in Paradice, 
That first found out that happy device. 

4. — Be your liquor, &c, [see text.] 
Because it said more than it could perform ; 
But if it had bin in an honest Black Jack, 
It would have prov'd better to sight, smell and smack. 
And I ivish his soul in Heaven may rest, 
That added a Jack to Bacchus his feast. 

5. — No Flagon, Tankard, Bottle, &c, . . so fit . Tugg ; 
For when a Man and his wife play at thwaks, 
Ther's nothing so good as a pair of black Jacks : 

Thus 



Ixvi. APPENDIX. 

Thus to it they go, they swear and they curse, 
It makes them both better, the Jack's ne'er the worse; 
For they might have bang'd both til their hearts did 
And yet no hurt the Jacks could take. [ake, 

And I vuish his Heirs might have a pension, 
That first produced that lucky Invention. 

6. — Socrates and Aristotle 
Suckt no wit from a Leather Bottle ; 
For surely I think a man as soon may 
Find a needle in a bottom of Hay : \sic.~\ 

But if the black Jack a man may toss over, 
' Twill make him as drunk as any Philosopher ; 
When he that makes Jacks from a peck to a quart, 
Conjures not, though he lives by the black Art ; 
And I vuish his soul, &c. 

7. — Besides, my good friend, let me tell you, that Fellow, 
That framed the Bottle, his brains were but shallow ; 
The case is so clear I nothing need mention, 
The Jack is a nearer [qu. neater?] and deeper Invention. 
When the bottle is cleaned the dregs fly about ; 
As if the Guts and the Brains flew out ; 
But if in a cannon bore Jack it had bin, 
From the top to the bottom all might have bin clean ; 
And I wish his soul no comfort may lack, 
That first devis'd the bounsing black Jack. 

8. — Your leather bottle is used by no man, 

That is a hair's breadth above a Plow-man ; 

Then let us gang to the Hercules pillers, {i.e. Gibralter] 

And there visit those gallant Jack-swillers, 

In these small, strong, sower, sweet, mild, stale, 

They drink Orange, Lemon, and Lambeth Ale : 

The chief of Heralds there allowes, 

The Jack to be of the antienter house. 

And may his successors never want Sack, 
That first devis'd the long leather Jack. 

9. — Then for the bottle, you cannot well fill it, 

[&c, See verse 4 of text, the same until " a spout ; "] 

Then burn your bottle, what good is in it, 

One cannot well fill it, nor drink nor clean it ; But 



APPENDIX. lxvii. 

But if it had bin a jolly black Jack, 
' Twould came a great pace, and hold you good Tack, 
And I tvish his soul, &c. 

10. — He that's drunk in a Jack looks as fierce as a spark, 
They were just ready cockt to shoot at a mark ; 
When the other thing up to the mouth it goes, 
Makes a man look with a great bottle nose ; 
All wise men conclude, that a Jack new or old, 
Though beginning to leak is however worth gold ; 
For when the poor man on the way does trudge it, 
His worn out Jack serves him well for a budget ; 
And I ivish his Heirs may never lack Sack, 
That first contrived the Leather black Jack. 

ii. — When Bottle and Jack stand together, fye on't, 
The Bottle [&c, as in verse 3 of text, — to " shooes ;"] 
For add but to every Jack a foot, 
And every Jack becomes a Boot ; 
Then give me my Jack, ther's a reason why, 
They have kept us wet and they'le keep us dry ; 
I now should cease, but as I'm an honest man, 
The Jack deserves to be called Sir John. 

And may they ncre *w ant for belly nor back, 
That keep up the Trade of the bonny black Jack. 

This final verse 11. partly agrees with final verse 6., of 
text, as well as with 3. Thus, in controversy between 
Leather Bottel and Black Jack, very much indeed 
" may be said on both sides." 



Page 99. The Nymph that undoes me. 

Music by Mr. Stafford, in "Choice Ayres," i. 31. 
Also in R. V.'s * New Court Songs,' same date, with 
few verbal differences : — the joy of; And the cause of 
a; 2. Her Mouth ; wit still ; Has the beautiful Blush 
and smell; attend', she ivounds with a look; Lover 
must hope; In Sylvia ; love her, who. 

Page 



lxviii. APPENDIX. 

Page ioo. It ivas in June, and 'tivas on Barnaby 
Bright too. 

In first line of verse 6, the text has "many," certainly 
a misprint for " merry." " Barnaby," is the feast of 
S. Barnabas, June n, held formerly as a high festival 
throughout England. At Glastonbury, on the North 
side of St. Joseph's Chapel, a miraculous walnut tree 
determinately refused to bud before St. Barnabas' day, 
and then sprung into leaf. Of course so devout a tree 
required pilgrimages, and got them. King James, his 
Queen Anne, and their nobility " gave large sums of 
money for cuttings from the original. Midsummer, or 
nightless days, now begin and continue until the 2nd of 
July. There is still this saying among country people, 

'Barnaby Bright, Barnaby Bright, 

The longest day and the shortest night.'" 

(Hone's E. D. B.,i. 172.) 

An old ballad of The Bathing Girls is in Black Letter. 



Page 104. When first I saiv my Celiacs face. 

P. 105, third line, should end, evidently, with " tipple," 
and "Still" begin next line. In verse 5, " Her feet 
were so Epitomized, Like peeping-mice did still ap- 
pear," the resemblance is more than accidental to Sir 
John Suckling's origination of the simile : — 

" Her feet beneath her Petticoat 
Like little mice stole in and out, 

As if they fear'd the light : ' 
But oh ! she dances such a way ! 
No Sun upon an Easter day 

Is half so fine a sight." 

Indeed, this exquisite " Ballad upon a Wedding" evi- 
dently suggested the entire poem, beside a dozen other 
imitations; chief among which may be mentioned 
Robert Baron's " I tell thee, Jack, as I sought out," 
1650 ; and "Now that Love's Holiday is come, and 

Madge 



APPENDIX. lxix. 

Madge the maid hath swept the room," 1682. In the 
handsomely printed " Selections from Suckling's 
Works," 1836, his delicious " Ballad on a Wedding" 
is actually mutilated, as Saturn was treated by Jupiter 
(but without any similar result, a birth of Beauty), by 
an egregious dolt, the Rev. Alfred Suckling : he being 
one who "dies of a rose in aromatic pain," and having 
so keen a scent for impurity that he would muffle the 
bust of Clytie in a starched ruff and pinners. Out of 
the mouth of such Sucklings as Alfred cometh no wis- 
dom. He confounds Aurelian Townshend with Hey- 
wood (p. 86, d ); but that is a field-mouse to an elephant 
among his misdoings. 

The Music, by James Hart, in "Choice Ayres," 
1676, i. 63, has words to a slightly different measure. It 
is probably the Original Song, to which our Westmin- 
ster Drollery version is a Mock or Parody : 

1 . W hen first I saw fair C&lia's face, 
So full of modesty and grace, 

As potent armies do attaque the place 

Which can't resistance make ; 
So she by pow'r has made her way 
Unto my heart, and there does stay, 
Receiving homage which I pay. 

2. The force of Love who can withstand, 
It is in vain to countermand, 

What envious Cupid has decreed ; 

Then my poor heart must ever bleed, 
'Till you, fair Nymph, by pity mov'd, 
My passion having once approv'd, 
Can Love, as now you are belov'd. 

3. It would be gallantry in Love, 
If Ccelia would the act approve, 

Where she so long has caus'd a smart, 

There to bestow, at length, her heart. 
In doing this, fair Saint, you may 
From your blest name derive a day, 
When Lovers unto you shall pray. 

Page 



lxx. APPENDIX. 

Page 108. There's none so pretty . 

Music in Pills P. M., vi. 222, 1720. Entitled "The 
Yielding Lass." 

Page III, line 8. Every Spring and Fall. 

" Fall," so in Mock Songs, 1675, p. 74, " I sing of great 
diseases all, That happen not at Spring, or Fall." 
Only ignorance prompts the ridicule employed against 
American usage of this word, as equivalent for Autumn. 
We have to thank our Transatlantic cousins for keeping 
alive many good old English words that have been 
starved to death at home (see previous note on Eu- 
ropean, ii. p. 23). 



Page 112. And I have a mind to be married. 

Still called "A Penny Wedding" in Scotland, though 
the custom has died out, like other good things. Young 
folks wish to begin now-a-days amid all the luxuries 
wherewith their parents left off. The Lament, " Phil 
Porter's Farewel," will be found in Pills P. M. iv. 4. 



Page 114. Get you gone, you zvill undo me. 

One of the lively songs by Sir Charles Sedley. 
Given in his Miscellaneous Works, ed. 1702, p. 38, but 
imperfectly, as compared with the excellent version in 
text, which alone is divided into stanzas and contains 
lines 5, 6, 17, 18, special. The 1702 version reads our 
12th line (its own 16th) tamely thus: "Never intending 
to go higher," and ends the song with " leave me too." 
Giving 1 to 4, then 7 to 10, these lines (not in W. D.) 
continue : — 

At every Hour, in every Place, 
I either saw or form'd your Face ; 
All that in Plays was finely writ, 
Fancy for you, and me did fit. 

My 



APPENDIX. lxxi. 

My Dreams at night were all of you, 

Such as till then I never knew : 

I sported thus with young Desire, &c. 

Page 116. As I ivalk'd in the Woods. 

This (compare p. 87 for "Harry gave Doll") is by 
Thomas Shadwell, in his comedy, " The Miser," 
Act ii., same date. The fourth verse, here omitted, 
runs : — 

Now all my fresh colour deserted my face, 

And let a pale greenness succeed in the place, 

I pine and grow faint, and refuse all my meat, 

And nothing but Chalk, Lime or Oatmeal, can eat : 

But in my despair, I'le die if I can, 

And languish no longer for want of a man. 

Page 118. Hoiv charming are those, &c. 

Given as "A song at the King's House" in R. V.'s 
" New Court Songs," p. 55 ; also in " Covent Garden 
Drollery," p. 48, "Song;" both of same date, 1672. 
Al. lect. : — message to ; pulse groxun warm, Oh the 
raptures ; And then, O Heavens ! the Secret Deed ! 
When Sense and Soul, &c. 



Page 119. While Alixis lay prest. 

Music, by Nicholas Staggins, in "Choice Ayres," i. 22. 
By John Dryden, in his " Marriage a la Mode," 1672, 
Act iv. Sc. 2, at the Masquerade. 

Sometimes printed " Whilst Alexis" or " As Alexis 
lay pres'd," in "New Court Sgs.," 77; Covent Garden 
Drollery, 62 ; Choice i. 253 ; Hive iii. 208, &c. Title, 
" The Willing Nymph." Genest mentions it as a Song 
indecorous "but very well written " (Account of Engl. 
Stage, i. 134). Both in Cov. Gard. D. 72. and N. Ct. 
Sgs., 104, is also a song called " Enjoyment," same 
date, 1672, which strikingly resembles Dryden's. 

Enjoyment. 



lxxii. APPENDIX. 



S< 



Enjoyment. 
(A Song at the King's House.) 

>o closely, closely prest 
In his Clymena's arms young Damon lay, 
Panting, in that transport sOVre-blest, 
He seem'd just ready, just to die away. 
Clymena beheld him with amorous eyes, 
And thus, betwixt sighing and kissing, she cries, 

Oh, make not such haste to be gone : 
'Tis too much unkind, 
Whilst I stay behind, 

For you to be dying alone. 

This made the youth, now drawing to his end, 
The happy moment of his Death suspend : 
But with so great a pain 
His soul he did retain, 
That with himself he seem'd at strife, 
Whether to let out Love, or keep in Life. 
Then she, who already was hasting to Death, 
Said softly, and trembling, and all out of breath, 

O now, my Love, now let me go ; 
Die with me, Damon, now ; for I die too. 

Thus dy'd they; but 'twas of so sweet a death 
That so to die again, they took new breath. 

In text (by Dryden's folio, 1701, i. 500) correct: Alexis; 
often they di'd ; Nymph di'd more. 

Page 120, and 123. O Love, if ere thou 1 It ease, &c. 

Music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," i. 12. 
At the former page this is wrongly stated to be in 
" Marriage a la Mode " (by confusion with previous 
song). It is by John Crowe, " sung to Julia in the 
garden," in A6t iv. third scene, of his " History of 
Charles the Vlllth. of France; or, The Invasion of 
Naples by the French." The 1st. edition, 1672, men- 
tions, "acted at his Highness, the Duke of York's The- 
atre." In N. Ct. Sgs., p. 91. Variations — least from 

first 



APPENDIX. lxxiii. 

first copy : — pants with never ; shade ; too nigh ; Yet 
oh ye Powers ! I'd ; Ere I'd ; Which honour ; our 
griefs. 

Page 123. I must confess, not many years ago. 

Music, by William Turner, in "Choice Ayres," i. 75. 
Given in R. V.'s New Court Songs, p. 90, entitled 
"The Recovery: A Theatre Song." Reads "or t'other 
coy." Additional 3rd verse : — 

No Eunuch can more unconcern'dly brook 
The glances of the most bewitching Look : 
Yet if my Mis be wantonly enclin'd, 
None can be more obliging, none more kind. 
Enjoyment now has taught me how to prize 
What onely they that know not, Idolize. 

John Evelyn, in his Diary, refers to the introduction of 
the word " Misse," in restricted meaning, " as at this 
time they began to call lewd women; " 9 January, 1662. 
Even thus the harmless word Mistress has become 
opprobrious. 

Page 126. Here to a period is a Scrivener come. 

This dates thirty-two years earlier, being in " Wit's 
Recreations," No. 175 (Reprint, p. 270). We may 
refer to other poems of like humour, beside the " Sex- 
ton " next following : viz., " The Chandler drew near 
his end," The Chandler, in Choice Drollery, 1656, p. 
72 ; punning Epitaphs on another Chandler, " How 
might his dayes end that made weeks ? (wicks) " — 
Wit's Rear., p. 271; on a Dyer, ibid., p. 268; on a 
Cobbler, Wit Restored, Repr., 182. 

Page 127. I sing the praises, &c. 

Given as " An Encomium," among the Fancies and 
Fantasticks in Wit's Recreation, 1640, Repr., p. 402. 
Attributed to Suckling is another, on a similar mishap 
in the Parliament House ; in Pills to P. M., iii. 332, 
"Down came grave ancient Sir John Crooke" &c; 
7 Rump 



Ixxiv. APPENDIX. 

Rump Coll., 61. At p. 123 (as at pp. 31, 53, 54) we 
venture on a bracketted correction of an evident mis- 
print : "Times," should be "Thames." 



Page 129. Wrong not, dear Empress, &c. 
Attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh (died 1614) on 
authority of Lansdowne MS.; Rawl. MS.; and Cot- 
grave's Wit's Interpreter, 1655, P- 4°; where, as 
"Wrong not, sweet Mistress," &c, it is entitled The 
Silent Lover. Introductory lines, omitted in W. D., 
are 

X assions are likened best to floods and streams : 
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; 
So when affections yield discourse, it seems 

The bottom is but shallow whence they come. 
They that are rich in words, in words discover 
That they are poor in that which makes a lover. 
Wrong not, &c. 

It has been claimed, without evidence, for Sir Robert 
Ayton, for Lord Pembroke, and Lord Walden ! Raw- 
linson MS. calls it "Sir Walter Raleigh to Queen 
Elizabeth." See note on i. p. no. 



Introduction. 

Page xv. note, line 6, read James Wright {son of Abra- 
ham Wright, author of" Parnassus Biceps") 

Page xix. note, line 2. We possess a copy of a previous 
edition of Part 1. of "The Wits," also dated 1672, 
which lacks this Preface, and has, instead, two pages 
of printed address "To the Readers, The Stationer 
sends greeting," signed by Francis Kirkman. The 
arrangement is different, including many of Cox's 
"Humours," afterwards included in Part 2., 1673. 
The frontispiece, representing a performance of " Drolls " 
at the Red Bull Theatre, is seldom found in extant 
copies. 

FINALE. 



lxxv. 
FINALE. 

IF ye be weary of the drowsy hum 
Of silly Senators, and Legal folly, 
The boasts of " Scientists" (all wrangling), come ! 
These Drolleries free you soon from melancholy. 
A pleasant hour you'll spend with Cavaliers, 
Their roystering fun, their catches and cajolery, 
Their love-lays — with more smiles than trace of tears; 
The varied phases of Westminster Drollery. 

Shadows before us move of buried Wits, 
Beau Sedley, Dorset, Charles with frank good nature: 
Once more at Will's, enthron'd, John Dryden sits, 
And Davenant brooks jest on nasal feature : 
Carew and Raleigh strike their earlier strings, 
Wotton and Lyly joining in the chorus ; 
Wycherley lends fresh mirth, plump Shadwell sings, 
Starched Johnny Crowne perks his grave phiz be- 
fore us. 

Playwrights and Poets, not unknown to fame, 

With mockery of Wife, and ode to Spinster, 

Gibing at Puritan and Roundhead, came 

To 'twine these Drolleries from old Westminster 

Garlands unfaded, with a perfume still 

For all who hold the White Rose still in favour, — 

All who can quaff the true Castalian rill, 

And like it better for its antique flavour. 

1874. J. W. E. 



lxxvii. 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

Songs, &c. pt. p. 

A blith and bonny Country Lass, 59 

^^ A creature so strange, so wretched a one ii. 62 

A great pretender to Gentility, 59 

A knot of good fellows were making moan... ii. 47 

A Lover L am, and a Lover I'll be, 2 

A Taylor, but a man of upright dealing, ... 84 

A Watch lost in a Tavern ! Thafs a crime, 70 

A Wife I do hate, 5 

Alas ! what shall I do ? I have taken on me now, 7 

All day do I sit inventing, ii. 28 

All the flatteries of Fate, 24 

Amidst the merry May, ii. 33 

And I have a mind to be married, ii. 1 1 2 

And now all Nature seemed in love, 55 

As at noon Dulcina rested, ii. 59 

As I lay all alone on my bed slumbering, ... ^ 

As I walk' din the woods one evening of late, ii. 87 

As 1 'walk 'd in the woods one evening of late, ii. 116 

As in May the little god of Love, ii. 30 

As to these lines she lent a lovely look, ... ii. 69 

As we went wandering all the night, 108 

As youthful Day put on his best, ii. 41 

Ask me no more why I do wear, 77 

T\e more kind than you are, ii. 70 

Be your liquor small, or as thick as mud, ii. 94 

Beat on, proud billows, Boreas blow, 96 

Beneath a myrtle shade, Which Jove for none, 116 

Beneath a myrtle shade, Which none but Love, 3 1 



lxxviii. 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



Bright Celia, know 'twas not thine eyes, . 
Burn and consume, burn, wretched heart, . 
(~>antu Luscinia somnum irritat, 

Celia, I loved thee, 

Cellamina, of my heart, 

Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow 
Chloris, let my passion ever, ... ... 

Chloris, when I to thee present, 

Come all you noble, you that are neat ones, . 

Come, boys, leave of your toys, 

Come, hang up your Care, and c. a. s.,. 
Come, Lads and Lasses, each one that passes, 
Come, Lasses and Lads, Take leave of your 

Dads, 

Come, live with me and be my W . 
Come, O come / L brook no stay, 
Corinna false ! it cannot be, 

Coy one, L say, begone ! 

iamon, L tell thee, L never shall be, 
Disdain me still, that L may ever love, 
Doat neither on Women, nor on Wine, 
Tfarewell, fair Saint, may not the seas and 

A wind, ... 

Farewell, farewell, fond love, 

For Bacchus L'm born, and for Bacchus I } ll 'be, 

From the hag and hungry Goblin, 

f^ et you gone, you will undo me, 

^^ Give der, foolish heart, and make h. t. d., 
Go, thou gentle whispering wind, 



D 



pt. 


P- 




22 




26 




71 


ii. 


95 




3° 


ii. 


89 




4 




82 




73 


ii. 


85 


ii. 


77 




in 


ii. 


80 




16 


ii. 


79 


ii. 


11 




75 




9 




no 




7i 




100 




J 9 


ii. 


84 


ii. 


17 


ii. 


114 


ii. 


10 




106 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



lxxix. 



TT ark, hark ! the dogs do bark, 

Have I not told thee, dearest mine, . 
Having perus' d your book, I there do find, 

He that is a clear Cavalier, 

He that with Wine, Wine thinks f expel, . 
Heart's Ease, an herb that someti?nes h. b. j 
Heaven did not weep, but in its swelling ey 
Here stands the ??ian that for his C. g., . 
Here to a period is a Scriifner come, ... 
He's a fool in his heart, that takes any care, 

Hicjacet John Shorthose 

Hold, hold, and no further advance, ... 
How charming are those pleasant pains, 
How hard a fate have I, that must expire, 
How hard is a heart to be cured, 
How honest a thing were a Wedding, 
How pleasant a thing were a Wedding, 
How severe is forgetful Old Age, 
How unhappy a Lover am I, 

T die, when as I do not see, 

/formerly in countries oft have been, 
I many graves have made, yet enjoy' d none 
I must confess, not many years ago, ... 
I pass all my hours in a shady old Grove, 
I posted myself by the wings of my fate, 
I saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail, ... 
/" serve Amynta, whiter than the snow, 

I sing the praises of a F . . ., 

/ went to the Tavern, and then, 



?}• 


P- 


ii. 


37 




20 


ii. 


begin 


ii. 


48 




72 


r. 3 ii. 


22 


*, 


68 




57 


.. ii. 


126 


r, ii. 


115 




105 




13 


.. ii. 


118 


ii. 


2 




3 




122 




121 




17 




14 


ii. 


29 




67 


te, ii. 


127 


ii. 


123 




1 


.. ii. 


121 




5o 




62 


.. ii. 


127 


.. ii. 


54 



1XXX. TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

pt. p. 

/ will not do a sacrifice, 114 

lack, Will, and Tom, are ye come ? 82 

If love be Life, I long to die, 61 

Fll tell you how the Rose did first qrow red, 105 

F II tell you of a Lout, ii. 75 

I'll tell you true, whither doth stray, ... 51 

/// tide this cruel Place, that hath g ., ... 85 

Is she gone ? Let her qo / faith, boys, ... 81 

Is she not wondrous fair ? O ! but, I see ... 106 

// was in June, and 'twas on Barnaby Bright t. ii. 1 00 

TS~ eep on your Mask, and hide your eye, ... 1 04 

T eave, Celia, leave the Woods to chase, ... ii. 125 
Let fortune and Phillis frown if they 

please ii. 86 

Like a Cat with her tail fast held by a Peg, 120 

Like a Dog that runs madding at Sheep, ... 118 

Like a Dog with a bottle fast tied to his tail, 118 

Love, fare thee well, 21 

Love, that is screwed a pitch too high, ... 25 

*\/Tadam, I cannot court your sprightly eyes, 69 

Maids, see what you lack / ii. 92 

Make ready, fair Lady, to-night, 47 

Many declare what torments there are, ... 22 

March, with his winds hath struck a C. t., ii. 16 

Methought the other night, 90 

My cousin Moll's an arrant W. . . . , ... no 

My dearest Katy, pr'ythee be but constant now, ii. 107 

My first Love, whom all beauty did adorn, 99 



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lxxxi. 



My Mistress she is fully known, 
My Mistress she loves Dignities, 
My Mistress will not be content, 

My name is Honest Harry, 

My wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch, 

\J ever persuade me to 't, I vow, 

*" Never will I wed a Girl thafs coy, 

Noble, lovely, virtuous creature, 

Nor Love, nor Fate, can I accuse of hate, 
Nor Love, nor Fate, dare L accuse, . . . 
Now Chreest me save ! poor Lrish knave, 
Now out upon this constant love, 

/~\ fain would L, before I die, 

^^^ O Love, if e'er thou 'It ease a heart, 
O Love, if e'er thou wilt ease a heart, 

O Love, whose force and might, 

O my dearest, I shall grieve thee, 
O Sorrow, Sorrow ! say where dost thou, 
O the sad day f When friends shall, &>c, 
O you powerful Gods f if L must be,... 
Of all the brisk dames, my Selinafor me, 
Of Beauty there's no rule, neither can be, 
Of old Soldiers, the song you would hear, 
On the bank of a brook, as I sate fishing, 
One wish'd me to a wife thafs fair and young. 
Tyhyllis, for shame, let us improve, ... 
Poor Celia once was very fair, ... 
Poor Chloris wept, and from her eyes, 
Pr'ythee, Chloris, tell me how, 



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40 




42 


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48 




48 




5o 




18 


ii. 


77 




52 


ii. 


90 




83 


ii. 


52 


ii. 


83 




27 


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120 


ii. 


123 


ii. 


74 




91 


ii. 


89 


ii. 


88 




15 


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131 


ii. 


24 




29 




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11 




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3 



lxxxii. 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



Pr'ythee, tell me, Phillis, 

Tl ocks, shelves, and sands, and all, farewell, 

A ^ Run to Lovers Lottery, run, maids, and 

rejoice, 

O eek not to know a Woman; for she's worse, 
^ Shall we die, Both thou and I? ... 
Shepherd, whafs Love ? L pr'ythee tell, 
Sibby cries, To the wood come follow me, 
Silvia, know L never shall more, 
Silvia, tell me how long it will be, 
Since we poor slavish wo?nen know, . . . 
Sit thee down by me, mine own sweet joy 
So ship-wrecked Passengers escape to land. 
Some say the world is full of holes, . . . 
Some say the world is full of pelf , 
Some years of late, in eighty eight, 
Songs of Shepherds, and rustical Roundelays, 
Stay, lusty blood, where wilt thou seek, 
Stay, Shepherd, pr'ythee, Shepherd, stay I.. 

Still to be neat, still to be drest, 

>~p<?// me, you Anti-Saints, why Glass, . . 

That beauty L adored before, 

The Moon in her pride, 

The Nymph that undoes me is fair a. u. .. 
The poor man fasts, because he has no meat 
The pretty sweet yinny sate on a hill, 
The raging waves, and roaring wind, 
The Star that shines by daylight, 
There is not half so warm afire, 



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67 

64 

14 

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63 

6 

10 

9 

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14 

14 

93 

ii. 64 

101 

56 

107 

87 

79 

ii. 57 

ii. 99 

I09 
ii. 72 
ii. 61 
ii. 21 

102 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



lxxxiii. 



There was, and there was, 

Therms none so pretty, 

Thus all our life long, we are frolic and gay, 
To little or no purpose have I spent allm. d., 
To love thee without flattery were a sin, . . . 
Two fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap, 

wr™ ever & r * e f so § reai as m ^ ne - ? 

Was ever man so vex'd with a Trull? 
Wert thou but half so wise as thou art fair, 
What care I though the world reprove ? . 
What dire aspects wore the inraged skie, . 
What means this strangeness now of late ? 
When as the Nightingale chanted her vesper, 
When first I saw my Celiacs face, . . . 
Vl^en Thirsis did the splendid eye, . . . 
Wherever I am, and whatever I do,... 

Whilst Alexis lay prest, 

Why should my Celia now be coy ? ... 
Wife, pr^y thee, come, give me thy hand, now 
Will you please to hear a new ditty ?... 
Women [naturally] are called Eves, . . . 
World, thou art so wicked gro7vn, 
Wrong not, dear Empress of my heart, 
*\Tou meaner Beauties of the Night, . . . 
■*■ You powers that guard Lovers pi. throne, 
You! II ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay, 
Young Thirsis, the shepherd, that wont w. t. k. , 
Your hand with Nature at a noble strife, 



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112 

37 
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70 
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ii. 47 

10 
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34 

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ii. 40 

12 
ii. 129 

54 
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103 
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lxxxiv. 



SONGS IN THE APPENDIX. 



A Drunkard I am, and a Drunkard Til die, 
A Wife I adore, 

Cast not in Chloe^s name among, ... 
Day was spent and Night approached, . 
Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes ... 
Fain would I, Chloris, ere I die, ... 
He that marries a merry Lass, 
He that' will court a wench that is coy,. 
Here lies a Woman, let no man deny it, 

In eighty-eight, ere I was born, 

Pan leave piping, the gods have done feasting ; 
Robes loosely flowing, and aspect as free, 

So closely, closely prest, 

' Tis a pitiful thing that now-a-days, sirs, 

Tobacco I love, and Tobacco I, 

Was ever man so vex'd with a Wife ? ... 
Wert thoic much fairer than thou art, ... 
Whafs that in the fire, and not in the flame 
When first I saw fair Ceelids face, 
Your letter I received, ... , 



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